Cost of a Hero 4

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Mistress Dyvia Presents:
Cost of a Hero 4

By: Mistress Dyvia

I felt the air pressure whip around and drag me to the ground. I was actually floored at how much Gravia’s powers had thrown me like a rag doll. Gravia as her name had suggested… had power over gravity and it was intense. It had dragged both me and my daughter-slash-sidekick to the ground, our flight powers massively hampered and all but useless.

I managed to get to my feet, and saw Chrissy struggling to get to her feet. As far as I could tell, Gravia had a basic control over gravity, lightening it, intensifying it, but when she was focused on specific things… or sadly people… she could make it do even more diverse things.

She smiled as she watched us. And then she looked at the large building and held her hand out to it. Was she actually about to throw a four story building at us?

“Oh Shit!” I heard Chrissy exclaim behind me, “She’s going to-”

Tearing metal and crushing concrete blocked out the rest of her words and I realized exactly what my daughter had already put together. She wasn’t throwing the building at us, she was crushing it. It was imploding as Gravia slowly squeezed her hand into a fist and the building was the size of a bullet. And that gave me the first idea of what she was going to do with it. Turn it into a gravity-bullet the mass of a four story building. I wasn’t sure I could deflect that at over two thousand miles per hour…

And frustratingly that bit of insecurity was the reason I knew I couldn’t. With my powers based on my confidence, lack of confidence made me weaker.

“Willow!” My daughter’s chosen field name, not because of a movie about wizards, or a vampire show with witches… but because a willow could bend, but was so hard to break. “I’m gonna make a path for you, run fast and get some help!” In other words, The Legacy, a team of heroes who had been trained and inspired by Stoic… my mentor who had given his life to save my daughter’s six years ago.

“But-” I knew there was a protest, but I trusted her to do the right thing. She would not break.

Gathering my strength, I turned and ran towards a construction site. Not great. But it was the opposite direction of my daughter, and if she followed me and kept her focus on me, Willow wouldn’t be under as much of the effect of Gravia’s gravity bubble. And Gravia followed me. I felt a bit of anxiety and relief wash over me at the same time. A sarcastic ‘great’ since she was focused on me, an honest ‘great,’ as my daughter was in less danger.

Chrissy’s powers as Willow weren’t as strong as mine yet, given her percent of power compared to mine, either her confidence wasn’t as high as mine, or her powers wouldn’t be fully developed for another 3-4 years. Given the rate at which her powers had been growing in the past six years since her powers manifested, it was probably the latter… So she was either going to be as strong as me at 21 or 22… or her powers were going to continue to grow indefinitely… Sadly, that meant with threats from villains such as Gravia, I was still in a much better position to fight; I was stronger.

Once in the construction site, everything that wasn’t nailed down started lifting. A moment later I felt a crushing sensation in the middle of my chest, and as debris started shooting at me, I understood, she made me the center of the gravity in the area. My insides wanted to fall in on my heart… and Everything outside of me wasn’t shooting at me as one might expect, but they were actually falling towards me. Which meant that I had to move faster than the ten meters per second that everything was falling at me… Okay faster, apparently the gravity field that found me its center was making things heavier than normal on Earth… This was not easy. Dodge, Dodge, slap away.

This continued for a few minutes and I never had a chance to get a shot in at her. And then I saw a blue flash. I looked up and saw the rest of the Legacy appear.

Gravia stopped for a moment, “Mother-fuckers!” not that it looked like they were going to discourage her. She had made it clear during her debut a week earlier that she was the mistress of a primal force. No one could stop her.

Why? Cuz my daughter had taken the boy she liked to prom. Big surprise for her when she realized that Chrissy was powerful too. She ended up running when she realized that Chrissy had backup. Bigger surprise for us, was three hours ago when she resurfaced as a full-blown psycho villain ready to destroy an entire city. Bitch.

The rest of The Legacy stood behind me. Zipper, One-Liner, Shadow-op, KunKus, Whisp. Zipper was fast, even faster than Most of Lady MindStorm’s runners. One-liner, quipped a bit (read: a lot), but for powers, he turned ambient heat into physical strength. Shadow-Op dressed in black, used technology in his exo-suit to stay ahead of actual powered heroes, he also chose shadow-op, instead of black-op because he didn’t want to be disrespectful to African Americans… as if that didn’t just tell the people trying to figure out who he was not to bother looking at African Americans… unless that was an albatross? Okay, explanations are taking too long, KunKus let out blasts of concussive energy, and did not give him headaches… and Whisp was a telepath, and we rarely knew if she was actually on the battlefield or not.

Whisp connected us, and though The Legacy did not enter the Gravitational field just yet, we silently communicated our thoughts and had a plan. They finally stepped inside and were probably horrified by how intense gravity got.

“You guys got balls!” Gravia screamed in delight as they stood together, but not too close to me, since they would fall toward me if they did.

And suddenly, without any kind of warning, it was over, and she fell to the ground unconscious. The six of us looked at one another in confusion. Did her powers overwhelm her until she had some sort of synaptic response?

“Oldest trick in the book.” I looked behind her and saw Chrissy standing there walking slowly towards her. “First you call in the back up, and when she is facing off against you, just throw a rock at the back of her head.”

Immediately Kunkus growled, “‘No killing’ is a rule.”

She smirked, “I was confident I would just give her a concussion.”

I smirked as well, “I didn’t exactly want you on the battlefield anymore, but I’m glad you pulled it off safety.” I gave her a hug as Shadow-op injected her with something green.

“Is that what I think it is?”

He nodded his head, “We have no way of knowing how to shut down her powers, so likely we will have to keep her sedated.”

The authorities showed up, took her into custody and we were able to go home. As we arrived, Chrissy asked me, “What do you think happens when we die? I mean, Amanda, she’s going to be virtually catatonic for the rest of her life, she won’t even have a chance to redeem herself…”

I hugged her, I wasn’t religious, she knew that, though I encouraged her to look for her own answers with a rational mind. But ultimately I answered, “I just don’t know, there are some that believe in heavens and hells, some believe that we simply aren’t… We’ve seen creatures from different dimensions that could be called hell, but I have no idea if the human soul exists or if it even goes there… I do believe that the brain will secrete some potent drugs into your mind to make you see and hear the things you want to make your last few moments worthwhile… but a girl who is sedated? I just don’t know… Is she damned? I’m not qualified for that question or answer.” I pulled her close and hugged her… We talked for a bit more about that, but it really didn’t get us anywhere. She was a bit stuck, and I didn't have an answer that would help her through

We were packing up, moving home, I was giving up my Tammy identity and returning to Mallory as I was before Chrissy was born. Besides, our identities had been exposed days earlier with Gravia coming out to kill Chrissy and exposing her as Willow.

She knew Gravia as a fellow student, and though she didn’t care for her, as in retrospect she was petty, cruel, narcissistic... A sociopath... Or really a psychopath in disguise, or one waiting for the right set of events, it weighed on my daughter. Likely Amanda, Gravia’s real name, would spend the rest of her life under medication that would make it nearly impossible to think like a normal person… nearly catatonic, struggling to decide if she wanted applesauce or not when she was being hand fed by a nurse. That could be any of our fates if we went bad.

She was finally going to meet her aunts and uncle for the first time. I went into hiding after her birth, my parents were killed while I was in labor. I was unable to rescue the person who gave me powers: Krystal… and my best friend Veronica disappeared and was never seen again… Twelve years later, my mentor: Stoic was killed rescuing my daughter.

Chrissy was getting ready for college. Unfortunately, due to her exposed identity, they had requested she join classes remotely only. She accepted it. Didn’t want to endanger other students.

There was a woman who actually beat Stoic to death, well close to death, he died later from the wounds sustained. She wore a black outfit with Lady Mindstorm’s insignia. She was rarely seen, but hid her face so no one could track her by facial recognition. She only appeared a handful of times, and we were always too late to fight her. Part of me feared this was Victoria, granted she would have been a man to get those powers, but what if Lady Mindstorm found a way to tweak Krystal’s powers? It had been nearly two decades. All we really knew was that she didn’t talk, she wore large metal gauntlets, had obscenely large breasts, apparently a high heel fetish, and was pretty much invincible.

I was confident that I could take her down.

But those were other concerns, mine were making sure there was food on the table, a mortgage getting paid and making sure my daughter was careful with boys… as if telling her not to have sex would make her stop. Making sure she was confident not to hurt them and smart enough to use a condom was on my priority list.

She came down the stairs, “Good night mum, I’ll be back around midnight.”

I let out a sigh, “condoms?”

“Mom!?” she said in that teenage voice that said she didn’t want to hear that from her mother...

“Chrissssyyyy” I mocked her tone of voice, “Either you promise not to have sex, or you tell me that you have protection.”

She let out a sigh, opened her purse and showed me both the lube and the condom… Ugh.. a mother didn’t need to know the kind of lube her daughter preferred.. Was I a bad mother?

“Mom, weird question, I guess… But when you were my age, you were still a guy… If you had the chance, would you go back to being a guy if you had the chance?”

I hadn’t expected that question, “I don’t know. I’ve been a woman more than half my life now. It's what I am used to…”

“Which way did you prefer sex?”

“I’ve only had sex as a woman once, that was you and I don’t remember it… if it was sex… so I guess I’ll have to say as a guy… but the orgasms are way different. As a guy, the orgasms came from more physical stimulus, and as a woman, I learned to cum both clitorcally and vaginally, and they both have different intensities…”

“Mom, don’t want to hear about your masturbation habits!” she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door.

Two hours later, I was napping on my couch when there was a knock on my door. It was the police, her boyfriend’s body was found, shot to death, and a trail camera saw a woman in black walk up to the car, rip the roof off, shoot Danny in the head and proceeded to physically overpower Chrissy, and flew her away… It was her, the woman who killed Stoic at Lady Mindstorm’s command.

It was a day later that my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered with a voice drenched in anxiety.

“Hello Sweetie, long time no talk.”

“Lady Mindstorm.”

“You remember, it’s been what? Nineteen years since we last saw each other, and six since we last spoke... I wasn’t sure if you would remember my voice.”

I had technically only met her once. She had been responsible for my kidnapping where I met Krystal, Chrissy’s namesake who gave me powers by changing my gender into a woman… I never actually met her though.. Then she kidnapped me, taunted me, knocked me unconscious, only to wake up days later when Stoic rescued me, and I later found out I was pregnant. She had my parents killed when I was in labor, and I went into hiding. When Chrissy manifested powers at twelve, she helped stop some bad people… and was kidnapped by Lady Mindstorm. She demanded I come to her, while Stoic stopped a meteor… He switched our roles, I stopped the meteor, he saved Chrissy.

“What do you want?” I asked, with icy venom dripping from my voice.

“You. You remember the place where we originally kidnapped Malcolm?” my originalname when I was a male, “-Be there in one hour.” and the line went dead.

Of course, I was going to go. Nothing was going to stop me. This was it, the time was now, and she had chosen the place for our final confrontation. MarySue versus Lady Mindstorm and whoever stood between me and my daughter.

I was waiting on the sidewalk at the right time and the ‘teleporter’ was there. Truthfully, I figured out years ago he didn’t teleport, he worm-holed in… Most people didn’t see the difference, I did.

And with that we were walking into Lady Mindstorm’s lair.

“Hello old friend.” said the masked woman.

“Where is my daughter?” the only retort that meant anything.

“No pleasantries?”

“No.”

“You haven’t been introduced to my thrall, Anchor… have you? You really should, she had such a delightful… conversation..” I could hear the smile forming beneath her mask, “with your former mentor, Stoic.”

A moment later the teleporter jumped back into a portal and a moment later he returned, this time with a woman roughly my height, in black with a Lady Mindstorm’s neon green spiral logo on her upper right chest. A very, very large chest. And she had those ridiculously large gauntlets that made it look like she had basketball sized fists, that were dripping blood.

Lady Mindstorm giggled, “I know what you’re thinking, Maybe The Legacy will come and help, well… Anchor just finished them off, quite brutally. They are dead, and you are the only one left of Stoic’s proteges.” she actually giggled. “Anchor, say hello to MarySue.”

I felt the punch through my teeth, a clanging and rattling in my head, she hit harder than anyone I knew… I tasted blood. I retaliated with a devastating punch of my own… And it did nothing. I was sure I hit her hard. I redoubled my effort, and that one was barely a super punch. “What the hell…?” I gasped.

Lady Mindstorm laughed, “Seriously? Your powers are based on self-confidence, and you stand in front of a telepathic mind controller and you wonder why you don’t have the self-confidence or will to throw down with my anchor?” she sighed, “Deja vu…”

I felt the rage built in me, and I punched Anchor again. Nothing… she backhanded and I could feel my self-confidence return as I hit the wall, and didn’t shatter my spine… and then my self-confidence was gone again…

“I can’t have you dying on me too soon. But now that we have established who is in control, let me show you something… You see, tonight is the night I break you. You think that you don’t kill, you are so ‘better than thou…’ in your mentality, but let’s be honest. You are a murderer.”

“What?” I asked with incredulity.

“Anchor, Take off your mask.”

And the Anchor did. and I was horrified, this was the woman who killed Stoic…? The Legacy? Committed so many violent burglaries that we couldn’t track down… and she had my face.

“You cloned me?”

She looked confused, “What?” she thought for a moment, and laughed, “No… no. no… She’s you. My teleporter doesn't actually teleport, he opens wormholes in timespace, he can actually go back in time up to forty-eight hours and occasionally he’ll grab you, I’ll turn you into Anchor, make you do horrible things, and send you back to bed with no memories of what you did.”

No.

Like No. That meant I killed my mentor. Oh God… he knew… When he was dying I said I was sorry I wasn’t there, he said “You were… it's okay…” I thought he meant that I was there in spirit and it was okay that I couldn’t be physically there for him… he meant I was there… and he forgave me for killing him.

“Where’s my daughter?” and as an ashamed after-thought “and Krystal... Victoria.”

There seemed to be a nonverbal exchange between the teleporter and Lady Mindstorm, and it ended with him taking the Anchor through the portal… We were alone.

She continued with me, “We’ll get there. But first, like I said, tonight… Tonight, I break MarySue,” with a mocking tone, she added, ‘The hero this world deserves.’” She giggled at the promise I made to Krystal. But she played a video that was projected on a wall… It was me, when I was younger… in my mid-twenties… having sex with a man… and just as it looked like we had both climaxed, she told me to crush his skull… tears streamed down my eyes as I watched as I did what I was told. And then my reaction as the younger me realized what she had done… Crying… Screaming at Lady Mindstorm, and then just passed out as she walked to my unconscious body, “Don’t worry sweetheart, you won’t even remember this by the time you wake up.”

As the video ended, I felt the tears in my eyes start to flow, “What was his name.”

“Well… That’s not really important to me…” the mind controller admitted. “But we have another great home video.”

It was Victoria, and the quality of the video suggested it was roughly the same time period… And it was her in a cell, and there was a sound of an explosion, and a guard opened the cell and let Krystal inside. She told Victoria how she normally wasn’t allowed near other prisoners, but she could have sex with them, and give them powers… Almost an identical speech that she gave me twenty-two years earlier… I felt myself go cold as the two began having sex, and ended with Victoria as a man… the very same man I had sex with… My best friend Victoria was Chrissy’s father, and I killed him… her… Shes been dead for almost two decades...

Krystal said the same thing. It was a script. “Krystal isn’t your prisoner, she’s one of your pawns as well.” And I named my daughter after her, instead of her father/other-mother.

“No, not at all…” she laughed again. “If you were to use a chess reference, she is the king. But since a woman.. You know, queen.”

“You serve her?” I asked her now, more confused than ever.

“You are dumb.” as she took off her mask and revealed herself… as Krystal.

“No…”

“So many ‘No’s’ tonight. So much denial. By the way, as I know you were just thinking about it, thanks for naming your daughter after me, it was sweet. My father had a similar reaction when he saw my face while rescuing your daughter. He just started winning his battle against you-as-Anchor, ripped her mask off, and was shocked to see you, and then he looked up and saw me taking my mask off. Oh, the damage you did to him before he could recover from the shock, then he grabbed Chrissy and got the fuck out, was truly a magnificent sight to behold…”

“Is she still alive?” I asked, and as Chrissy was the only one left to care about… that was who i was talking about.

“For now, until I make you kill her.” she giggled.

“Never!” I charged her, super powers or not, I could still throw a punch… and a kick, and a one, two combo… But she dodged them all. “And then a thought crossed my mind as I looked at her face, “Your makeup is so pretty, I wish I was that good at it.”

She laughed, as my mind cleared, “I’m a telepath, I can read your every thought. Change them as I want.” And she punched me, and I felt blood running down my nose. She broke my nose with a normal punch? Shit, no self-confidence.

But stop thinking about what I’m attacking… just… Punch to the side of her jaw left her on the ground unconscious.

I reached into my inner pocket for a sedative, but I had none… the only one I had was broken in one of the struggles. But with her unconscious, I just needed to get Chrissy out and fast. I could hear her heart beating, and the gentle sobbing… There she was. I ripped the door off its hinges.

“Mom!” she sobbed.

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

“I heard… everything.” she paused, “Victoria was my…”

No time for that, “We are getting you out of here.”

Suddenly, her body went limp, as several men with guns appeared. They started shooting. I put Chrissy down in the corner, It only took a few seconds and they were all unconscious. I was walking back to her, when I heard a few more steps, a man stepped out and shot. I deflected the blow, and threw him up the stairs.

“Well fuck.” I heard Lady Mindstorm say in annoyance. “I was supposed to get her to kill her daughter, or do it myself, this just won’t do.”

I turned and saw the bullet I deflected, had hit Chrissy in the head… “NO!” a primal screech ripped from my lungs…

Lady Mindstorm just snapped her fingers, “Make this not happen.” as if it were more of an inconvenience to her than something tragic. She wanted to save my daughter to make me kill her, or do it in front of me when I could do nothing...

The teleporter bowed and opened a wormhole… Time seemed to slow as I moved into super speed mode and rushed him… I jumped into the portal with him, he didn’t seem to be prepared for that. He tried to stab me with something, and I punched him and he fell into the sides, and seemed to scatter… I killed him? But not on purpose… Heroes don’t kill. But I would have to deal with that sooner or later... I was a hero, and I didn’t kill, not on purpose. But all of a sudden I was in the cell freeing Chrissy again.

“I heard… everything.”

“Stay focused or you are going to die.” again.

The soldiers arrived, this time Chrissy stayed awake and the two of us made short work of them. This time I was ready for the last hidden gunman. And I took him down before he ever had the chance to fire a gun. This time Chrissy would survive.

“This time?” I heard the voice of Lady Mindstorm ask. “I see.” Somehow I knew she was reading my thoughts of how I killed her teleporter by accident. “Well, we can’t have her dying like that, can we? I have my plan for your daughter’s death.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my head that dropped me to my knees. I could barely move, I definitely couldn’t stand, and I knew this was Lady Mindstorm’s psychic attack. I gasped for air… And I looked up to see Chrissy fighting her. Chrissy seemed to have no powers, but she was well-trained. But surprisingly, so was Lady Mindstorm. I hadn’t expected her to be that skilled at martial arts for someone who liked to sit on the sidelines and command her puppets to fight for her.

But she was using her powers to predict Chrissy’s attack.. Willow’s attack. She would not break… And I thought to myself, ‘come on baby, you can do it…’

Lady Mindstorm was stronger than I would have given her credit for either… There were moments in this fight where she seemed to muster the strength to throw my daughter like a rag doll. And then she had Chrissy pressed to a wall… choking her… with a similar technique I taught Chrissy, to make an opponent unconscious in 8 seconds. But… no.. she was going to break her neck…

“I really wanted to make your mother do this… but sometimes you have to do your own dirty work.”

I had to do something. I moved forward, I still couldn't stand… and I felt my hand bump something… a gun…

Heroes don’t kill.

My daughter would die.

Heroes don’t kill.

I had to protect my daughter, no matter what.

Heroes don’t kill.

I grabbed the gun, and looked at them, I could see on my left was this woman who would end so many lives, and her two little arms that had superhuman strength stretched out, lifting my daughter on my right…. Lifting her off the ground pressing her to a wall… trying to break her neck…

There was no choice.

Heroes don’t kill.

I wasn’t a hero, I was a mother.

I lifted the gun and pointed at the head of the woman on the left overpowering my daughter, and pulled the trigger.

Til Next time, the Final Act:
The Price of Villainy: Cost of a Hero Part 5

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