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The Vespidian
Arc 5 The Pussycat and I
Chapter 4
It had been three hours and all was quiet, well maybe not so silent. Me and Medavac were talking about his rather extensive list of conquests when it came to getting some pussy. It was one of his dreams to fuck a girl in every country around the world. So far he was doing pretty good, there were only thirty countries left on his list and they were all very small, a few were in South America. That was when I learned that life was rather unfair, granted I have had my own first hand experiences.
Medavac can't get sick, catch diseases or even spread them, hell his skin deflected non armor piercing rounds and even those barely get through. He was a Rank 6 in Endurance. Apparently when the army was handing out super soldier serum like candy to fat kids back in the eighties, old Medavac got his hands on some.
Although they threw out the project after killing roughly half of the people who took the shit and only ten percent of the survivors even got super powers. The rest got cancer or their immune systems were shot to shit making them susceptible to diseases. It caused such an uproar that they got taken to the Geneva Convention and a law was made to stop it from happening again. Not that the government really cared, apparently this was the birth of Chimera, which is alive and well. They just went underground.
Honestly he was not supposed to talk about it, but this was Medavac we were talking about here and he was more than happy to regale me with top secret shit. He had a bit of beef with the government, loved the military just hated the people in charge.
Apparently he was a part of Chimera. Yup the boogeymen. The Screaming Banshees was an elite team of Supers that they used to surgically strike points of interest around the globe and snuff out insurgents, dictators, hostage situations and political traitor's of the USA. The more that he talked about stuff the more that I realized Molotov had been telling the truth about just about everything. His team was the normal ones, so to speak, there were a few other teams that were not only stronger, but were shady as fuck.
Then I heard a name come up that I really wish I did not, Arachnaon. Deep inside I was wishing she was not real, but she was and from the sounds of it was one hell of a she bitch in the sack. More likely to eat you than let you stick it in from what he was saying. Despite being terrified, realizing that she was out there somewhere, I grinned as he told me about her assets. She had nice tits and a booty to die for, enough said. He did not really know what her face looked like, she was wearing a helmet. No, he did not get any of that spider poon. A little hard when you are bleeding out from two missing legs.
Medavac got out five years ago and as such has no idea what the hell they are doing now. Although he did not know too much outside of his own missions to begin with. They had been rather secretive. He barely knew anything about the other teams, other than that if they needed to be called in things were getting bad. Arachnaon's team was the cream of the crop, none of them were even remotely human and they all had Rank 7 plus powers.
One of them was a slime like creature that could shape shift to impersonate people. It was called Omega. If the rumors were true it could eat somebody and access their memories, not even the family could tell the difference. It seemed to be almost impossible to detect. There was also some guy named Jackal, he could turn invisible and not even inferred cameras could see him. He was a solo operative working for the CIA. Come to think of it Molotov mentioned him. There was even a Mind Diver, who went by the code name Nightmare from the sounds of it. At the least that is what the gossip was, he never actually saw them it was just floating around the rumor mill while he was there.
He reaffirmed what Molotov had said about Arachnaon's powers: tactical invisibility, extra legs, titanium strength webs, the strands were thinner than piano wire, venom that could liquefy a man's insides in less than ten seconds and apparently borderline future sight with how faster her reflexes were. Her work was cold and calculative, almost beautiful from the way he described it. It had been her that saved him during his last mission, although it was more of a byproduct of her fulfilling her mission.
She was like death's shadow and people dropped like flies, not even realizing she was there. She culled the whole damned city, but they covered it up. After hearing that and realizing that Kraken was planning on training me to fight that made my blood run cold. I never want to see that bitch for as long as I live. From the sounds of it she would kill me before I even knew she was there.
On a lighter note, I realized that Medavac was a sexual tyrannosaur. His old nickname was Tricky Dick. I had always just kinda poked fun at him, but now I was starting to wonder. How much of a beast in the sack was this guy? You don't just bang over a hundred women if you are doing something wrong. Clearly he had something going on. Unless he was just talking out of his ass, he sounded rather confident about it though. Maybe I could learn some secret seduction techniques and bag all the hot babes... damn it. Sub knock that off, hot guys, I want the men! Sub we talked about this, you are the only girl for me. Stop blushing will you? That is not a confession!
“Hey would you fuck me?” I asked vaguely, more bored than anything else.
Medavac puffed at his cigar thoughtfully for a moment, “Well I can't say it has not crossed my mind, but aren't I a little old for you? I am surprised you are not going after the guys on your team.”
I shrugged, “Those kids? Nah I like older men. You know people with experience.”
“Well I certainly have that.”
“So you say. So would you do me?”
“Probably I would have to see what is under that suit though.”
“Wait I thought you knew?”
“Nope. I just know that you were that girl we had been looking for, but now you are something else. I seen your face, but not the body. Don't tell me your cunt has teeth or something.”
“No... that would just be weird. I might be a bug freak, but man that sounds totally fucked up. Oh, well remind me at some point and I will show you.”
“There is a closet over there we could use to squeeze one out real quick if you are that desperate,” he stretched a little. Not even fazed by the long ball he had just thrown at me.
I looked him over with crossed arms, “Unfortunately there are a few things wrong with that. First you are going to have to wash your dick off with bleach or something, maybe take a cheese grater to it, depends on how crusty it is. I heard where it has been. That and I want to see a test saying you are not a carrier of the herpagonasyphilaids. Second are you sure you can even get it up? You are like as old as my dad. Third I happen to take work rather seriously so it is not happening on the job.”
He slapped his knee, laughing to the point that he was starting to tear up, “Vesper you are one cold, sassy bitch. You come on to me and then shoot me down. You know how to get a man riled up, my soldier is standing at attention just thinking about it. I actually got one of those tests, I get checked up regularly. I might be old enough to be your pappy, but by the time I am done with you, you will be calling me daddy.”
I held my helmet trying to keep from laughing, it was not working though. This old goat! “Damn it, Medavac. You are a bad influence on me. You better not chicken out if I do decide to take you up on that.”
He grinned, “How about this I will take you out to dinner. Then bring you home and see what you got going on. So when did you want to do this anyway?”
“Well let's see. Tonight is no good and tomorrow is my dinner date with my real dad so maybe the day after that?”
“Sounds like a date.”
I smirked, “Fair warning I am going to get saucy, so expect to be buying me a lot of drinks.”
“That is what my old friends Jager and Tequila are for,” he laughed resting his arm on my shoulder, in a sort of half hug.
“I am not even sure if I can actually get drunk, so I guess we will find out. By the way what was the ugliest chick you ever banged?” I asked, keeping myself from laughing.
Medavac frowned and shook his head. He seemed thoughtful for a long time. It was understandable. Finally he smirked, “Oh god. Don't even get me started on that. So there I was- hey did you hear something?”
My antenna spread and we sat there listening. I could not really hear anything out of the ordinary. “I got nothing.”
“Strange I could've sworn I heard something. Must have been a rat in the wall,” he said, looking around the room.
We both got up, he went to check the hallway and I looked over Mister Richard's room. He was just laying there sleeping. There was a short fizzle sound from somewhere below, a few floors by my guess and everything plunged into darkness. Why the hell would the power go out? This place is like top of the line, something fucky was a foot. The back up kicked in after a few moments, but the lights were dulled. I decided to peer out the blinds a bit. It was a great sunny California summer day out there. It was not boding well in here at all though.
Medavac returned after a few moments and we switched places. I could see just fine in this pitch environment. Our coast was clear. I took the name plate off of the door and switched it with an empty one down the hall. I figured that it would buy us some time if we really were about to be attacked. Normally I would just take the guy and leave, but there was no moving him in this condition.
“Hey Chief we may have a problem. The power in the hospital went out,” I said over the com.
There was a crackle and his voice was distorted for a moment, then came in loud and clear. “Sit tight I will be over in a few. Be careful.”
That did not sound too reassuring. “Any idea how long until you get here?”
“At the least five minutes.”
Definitely not good. I sat next to Medavac, it was a damned good thing he was here otherwise I would be freaking out right now. He had a gun, I am no expert on them, first person shooters were not really my thing or if they were they had future type guns that shot lasers. In short I could not tell the model exactly, but it looked like a shotgun with a drum magazine. I readied my arm mounted tasers and we waited in the darkness. Keeping Mr. Richard safe was my top priority. I moved his bed to the corner away from the window, just in case. I had seen way too many movies where things burst in through windows.
There was something missing though... I could feel that I had overlooked something. The vents, oh dear god the vents! How could I be such a fool?! There was one right in the center of the room, wearily I lifted up and stuck my head in there. My antenna spread listening. A low scrabbling sound was coming from somewhere, it was a bit far away and hard to tell exactly where it was coming from.
I lowered back down, huddling next to Medavac. My voice whispered, “What sort of ammo are you using, lethal?”
“Cryo, freezing rounds in case you don't know. They are non lethal, but will put on ice just about anything for a few hours,” he replied in a hushed tone, switching the safety off.
That sounded pretty fucking awesome. “Where the hell did you get those?”
“Chimera. Got boxes and boxes of surplus from back then. I hoarded it a bit, we used these to capture Supers. Neon Nurse was able to reverse engineer it a bit so our boys got these readily available.”
Was there anything that bitch can't do? I thought she was a cyborg scientist not an all rounder. I am starting to think she is actually a genius or something. I mean she has her Robo animals, her cyborg augments, all those little trash scooper robos, then there is even that nano repair station that she and Chief made and of course all that kinky sex toy stuff. She even has her hands into weapons research... are all Super Scientists like that or is it just Neon Nurse? Then again Dr. Arbor was making weaponized baboons. Hmm I wonder what the hell happened with those things anyway? At any rate this is not a good time to be thinking about this.
I took a moment to peer out down the halls, I could see perfectly fine after all. The corridor went along branching out into other patient's room. Their low moans and whines were rising steadily. I could smell fear just about everywhere and it was intoxicating. Both me and Sub were fighting off the predatory urges to hunt down the creatures producing the scent of prey. We knew full well it was humans and they had good reason to be scared. If the power remained out a few of the more sensitive, critical patients might start flat lining due to their reliance on the machines to keep them alive. The back ups would only last so long after all.
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There was also of course the potential Super Villain attack that could very well kill them in the cross fire. Collateral damage could be catastrophic and sadly I could not think of anything to limit this situation from snowballing out of control. Let's face it with my power set, getting in a fist fight was probably my best case scenario assuming that the Villains were not put on ice immediately. I mean I got a mean bottom right hook courtesy of Molotov, but not sure what that is going to do to a Super. The more that I thought about this the worse the situation got.
Medavac had his visor down and I asked, “Can you see in the dark with the suit on?”
“Yeah,” he said, tapping his helmet. “It should be the same with your suit. These things are about a level below military grade. The lights get filtered to the point that it keeps everything at a certain brightness, unless it is pitch black of course or a flash bang goes off. It over loads the sensors for a few moments.”
I was about to reply when I heard something. It was the sound of metal being hit. The thuds rang out from the corridor. Then the crash of what I could only assume were the elevator doors, falling to the floor. Everybody on this floor heard that. We both stepped back away from the door and positioned ourselves to make sure nothing could get to Mr. Richard. Heavy foot steps trotted on the cold ceramic floor and I heard a door opening down the hall. There was a moment of silence before something was destroyed and a furious howl rose.
All the little hairs on my body stood up. It made me feel very small and vulnerable. Another door was ripped open down there followed by more crashes. I realized that my clever ruse had put a lot of people in danger. What ever the hell that was out there was going to systematically go through every room until it found what it was looking for.
“Should we stop that thing?” I asked in a whisper.
“From the sounds of it, it is Den Mother. Not exactly a good idea to fight her heads up,” he shook his head.
“Then we are just going to wait here?”
“We are going to buy time.”
“Can your freezing bullets stop her?”
“If I can hit her. It is going to take at the least four direct hits, six if I don't get the head.”
“How fast does that thing fire?”
“Once a pump. Lucky for us, my right arm is a lot stronger than my left arm,” he replied back, slowly cocking it to keep the noise down. “Just kidding every time I pull the trigger.”
That was a jacking off joke, wasn't it? Oh Medavac, you dog you. If we were not about to fight a raging beast, I would be laughing. His chambering of the round was not nearly as quiet as it needed to be, after all Den Mother had super hearing, just about. The movement outside stopped and she stood listening much the same as I was. I was so focused on her slow padding and her taking in deep sniffs that a second sound was almost missed. A low scrabbling, the one from the vent. Oh shit, there are two of them. I pointed at the vent and Medavac nodded, giving it a glance. How the two were communicating was well beyond my understanding, but Den Mother and who ever the hell the other one was were almost in perfect sync in their advance. She stopped in front of our door and I could hear her smelling, there was a lower sound, something was dripping.
I gulped, tensing up. My whole body was bristling with instincts to run. It was Sub, she was terrified and I could smell why. There was blood, human blood. Den Mother's scent was setting off all manner of warning bells and I could tell she was strong, way stronger than me. There was a moment of calm that felt like an eternity, it shattered when the door was annihilated in a storm of glass and metal. My eyes gaped at Den Mother. She was an honest to god werewolf, not some pussy bitch shit you saw on tv, but an eight foot while hunched, hulking monstrosity.
Her massive arms were elongated and the claws were thicker than my arms. She had a snouted face filled with dagger like teeth, blood was running down her chin. Her piercing yellow eyes were narrowed, staring straight at me. Den Mother certainly did have huge tits, six of them and she had a near mantle of fur pluming out around her upper chest. The color was reminiscent of a German Shepherd. Twisted and powerful legs propelled her in lope forward, claws digging into the floor as she charged.
I screamed, nearly falling back. It was so much worse than a jump scare. The thin tethers fired off from the tazers. They stabbed into her fur and the electric current rushed out, it did not even faze her. Yeah these thing were fucking useless. Medavac shot and it nicked her, she had swiveled and ducked herself even lower to dodge the bullet. It is surprising how small something so big can get when it wants to. He had gotten a second shot off hitting her side. Everything inside told me to evade, but right behind me was Mr. Richard, there was no dodging this bull. If she hit him, he would be a goner.
My legs shifted, anchoring themselves as she barreled at me and all four arms thrust just like how I had to stop that run away truck. Den Mother put her shoulder into it like a lineman. I saw my dad do that shit once when he beat some thug nearly to death. Fuck! I should have watched more football. Maybe then I would have known how to counter it. I knew what was coming and there was no stopping it. It was very stupid of me to treat this like a truck. Not only did my arms bend in a way they were not meant to, it put me off balance. She hit me like a fucking train and used the momentum to throw me over her shoulder with a rolling motion. I hit the ceiling, breaking the vent and out tumbled another animal woman. I fell to the floor, the whole of my body numb and tingly. Pain signals scurrying from my twisted arms.
I shook my head and tried to get back up. Den Mother slammed her foot down on top of me, pinning me to the floor. I could taste my blood and stomach acid. The pressure she was exerting made it almost feel like my insides were about to come out like tooth paste. How fucking strong is this bitch? Medavac was wrestling with the other animal girl. His gun went off again and again, but he missed every shot. Nibbles was snarling like a cornered rat. She sunk her teeth into his arm and he screamed, thrashing wildly. He punched the gerbil girl in the face with his metal hands. She reeled away with a bloodied nose. He leveled his shotgun at my aggressor and fired hitting her in the arm.
“Get the fuck off Mecha Fairy,” growled Medavac lowly.
Her vulpine grin spread as she lifted me up with a hand. “So this is Mecha Fairy?” Her wet nose pressed against my visor and she sniffed fogging up the glass. Her breath was terrible. “Not impressed. The way Nibbles was going on about you I thought maybe you were strong, guess not. You smell like nothing more than a scared little bitch.”
“Put her down!” he roared, tensing his finger to shoot again. Den Mother held me between them. Oh shit, she is fucking smart. I just became her human shield.
“Nibbles. Get to work,” said Den Mother with a head motion, slowly side stepping, so that she was in between Mr. Richard and Medavac. “Just stay put and don't do anything stupid, we will be gone in just a bit. Nobody needs to get hurt.”
I guess brutalizing me don't count? I wriggled a little and she clenched down. The air was crushed out of my lower lungs. I could hear the suit groaning. Fear was bubbling up and Sub was attempting to form some sort of plan. We elected to play dead. All resistance faded and she let her grip loosen a little. She had gotten her point across. My head shifted and I watched Nibbles. She was looking over Richard and she appeared rather worried. Something seemed very off about all of this. It was as though they did not want to kill him. I thought they had come to finish him off? If they did not come to kill him then... he must have something they wanted? That little map came to mind and the implications of it hit home.
“This is not going to work,” said Nibbles, pawing at the slurred man's face, almost gently. “He is fucking wasted there is no way to even interrogate the guy. If we take him, he is going to die. Look at all these machines hooked up to him.”
Den Mother's ears flicked and lowered, she growled, “Get creative. Bite a fucking arm off I don't care, get him talking!”
“He is so far gone, he won't even feel it,” she murmured in a low voice.
Despite the fact that they had control over this situation, they were apprehensive, scared of something. I could smell it. This began to make cogs turn in my head and pieces were put together. These two were fixing a mistake. It all started to make sense. Mr. Richard either stole from them or had something they desperately needed. Which begged the questions; What was stashed? How much were they willing to pay for it? How far would they take this if things did not go their way? I get the feeling they would not shy away from killing to get what they wanted. Sub came up with the idea that they could be reasoned with, bribed, or black mailed. I was not too sure about this.
“Please just leave the guy alone,” I cried. “You said you won't hurt anyone.”
“Shut up,” she slammed me into the floor, blood spattered across the visor as it gushed out of my mouth.
Gonna feel that one tomorrow. Weakly my body trembled, she was not holding back at all. It was only a little bit worse than Molotov when she was playing around. Medavac took advantage of the opening and fired, hitting her right in the chest. Frost spread and she gasped, reeling back. She fumbled me for a second, but managed to grapple my leg mid air and get me in firm hold. I could not help but notice her nipples were cutting diamonds. My dirty mind is going to be the death of me one of these days.
Her grasp tightened and I felt my outer shell cracking. The suit was just fine, but the pressure was going through it to me. It was a design flaw, in order to make it more flexible it had to contour to me which left me vulnerable to crushing and impacts. Granted it cushioned the blows immensely, but sustained pressure was something else. It hurt so much, like being one of those squeaky toys for dogs. The air was literally being squeezed out of my lungs in a squealing noise.
“Stop! You want the stash right?” I wheezed.
She squinted, “He told you?”
“Yeah,” I lied. “So leave him alone.”
She gave a head motion and Nibbles retreated, scurried up her side and sat like a parrot on Den Mother's shoulder. Now that I could get a proper look at her, Nibbles was rather small. She was no larger than a child. She had short brown hair with a white underbelly. It was kind of adorable the way that her cheeks puffed and her little whiskers twitched. Her ears were rounded and rotated a little. On the surface she almost looked soft and huggable, but it was the way she looked at me that made the hairs stand up. Nibbles was putting out some seriously bad vibes. Her pawed hands were rubbing together greedily. The fangs glistened and I realized that I just made a huge mistake. The whole thing had been a bluff, but these two were either gullible or desperate enough to believe it. Her beady little eyes gazed at me for a long moment then she nodded.
“Tell us what you know or Mr. Richard is going to have a few less limbs.”
“He was mumbling about stuff and handed me a map. It is in my pocket just take it and get the hell out of here,” I squirmed a little.
“Which one?” asked Nibbles.
“The back compartment on the belt.”
She crept over me, climbing along with her dexterous form. Her grubby little fingers started rifling through my pockets. Medavac had his gun aimed directly at her in case she tried to pull something. Honestly I think it would be best if he just started shooting and hit me too. I mean it is non lethal so it won't kill me. Not that I can tell him, Den Mother would kill me. Sirens rose from down below and I realized that Chief must be here. This was a good thing I thought for a brief moment, brimming with joy. Then the smell of their fear boiled out. This just got a whole lot worse. Add on the fact that Nibbles was getting clumsy out of panic, which was making her and Den Mother angry. This was a lose, lose situation for me.
Den Mother snarled, “Got it yet?”
“No there are so many compartments. I can't find it.”
“You trying to play us?!”
“NO! I swear it is there. Let one of my arms go and I will get it for you. Above my ass for fuck sake on the left side!”
Den Mother's huge ears stood for a moment and she squeezed, making me gasp. She growled, “Forget it. Nibbles hold on tight, we are going.”
I did not understand what she meant until we were already halfway to the window. Medavac shot. Den Mother lurched slightly from the blow, but she kept gaining momentum. Her arm lashed out, using me like a club. Glass shattered and fell away around us. My head was spinning from the impact and the flashing lights down below blurred. Wind screamed and the ground cracked from the impact of me under her heavy feet. We were surrounded by police, shakily they pointed their guns at Den Mother as she rose from her crouching position. Her teeth spread wide in a guttural growl that put me to shame.
Bullets pelted her thick hide and she used me as a shield to soak up the heavier fire. When she did the police warily lowered their weapons trying not to hit me. They scattered in terror when she lifted a police car with her free hand and hurled it at several more. It exploded sending dust and smoke through the air. She took advantage of the chaos and set off in a loping run.
Vaguely I heard gunshots, raining around us and Medavac yelling, “Mecha Fairy! I will get you for this Den Mother!”
I was not carefully held. In fact every time the left hand came down my body rag dolled in her fist, smacking the pavement. There was no strength to break free and it was hard enough to keep my head safe. We banked down a side alley and she jumped up, then crashed through a manhole cover into the sewers. This was certainly good to know assuming of course my brains don't end up splattered on the concrete. It was here in the dank darkness that I realized Nibbles was in charge. She was directing Den Mother on where to go and even what to do. It was an interesting hierarchy since I had thought their positions were reversed.
“Left at the junction, right, straight, straight, left, keep going until it dead ends then up,” said Nibbles perched on Den Mother's back.
“Think we lost them?”
“They won't recklessly dive into the sewers. Besides the route we just took was right next to the Atomic Apostles. If anyone does follow they will get into a fight.”
“So where are we going to throw the body? Around here looks good right?”
I weakly hit at the hand that held me and she slowed. Blood rolled off of my tongue. “You mind... not being so rough?”
“You are alive?” shrieked Den Mother, she looked aghast and dropped me on the wet concrete. My yellow blood gushing out of the cracks in my armor, it was pooling rather quickly. That might be bad. They both peered at me with wide eyes. They must have thought I was dead. Can't really blame them, I mean this might be the second worst injury I have ever received. Dr. Arbor's autopsy being the number one. Normal people, hell even supers would have kicked the bucket after this treatment. Yay for Super Healing... everything hurts like hell. Sub are we going to be alright? What do you mean maybe?!
My fingers twitched and they jumped back. What am I a zombie or something? I could not really move anything other than bottom righty and my head, paralysis was rather prevalent. “You people are rude you know that? Shit, you did a number on me.”
Their eyes gaped. “How are you alive?” asked Nibbles.
“My main power is regeneration. If you stop throwing me around like a stuffed animal I might be able pull my body back together. You don't want to be wanted for murdering a Hero do you?” I wiggled my fingers at them, seems me clinging to life is scaring the living day lights out of them.
“What makes you think we are scared of the humans?” Puffed up Den Mother, all of her fur was bristling and it was pretty obvious I had struck a nerve.
“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes, not that they could see. “I can smell it you dumb bitch. The moment I heard those sirens both of you pissed yourselves. Now look if you guys just throw me up there on the street I will be able to drag myself away and get help for myself. No harm, no foul, pretty good deal eh?”
“Should we let her go?” Nibbles started poking me with a stick. That is rude you know! Where did you even get that anyway? I thought she was supposed to be the smart one. Did she really fall for that?
“Stop being so cowardly. We can't just let her go,” said Den Mother. So much for that. Her massive hands scooped me up. “Glitter Kitten will decide what to do with her.”
“Just be gentle will you?” I scowled.
“Try anything funny and I will kill you,” snarled Den Mother.
My hand pat at her snout. “No need for that. You kill me, you will never find that stash.”
Nibbles held her head with distress, “What about that map in your pocket?”
“A lie. There is a map however I am going to have to get it. If you treat me nice, I would be more inclined to get it for you.” I grinned, lying through my mandibles.
Hook line and sinker Nibbles fell for it. She eagerly nodded and said, “Alright. We won't hurt you. So give us the map and we will let you go.”
I considered giving it to them then realized that as soon as they had it my usefulness would be at an end and they might leave me down here to be eaten by rats. I mean shit they were just talking about where to throw my body. “How about no. I want to be able to at least walk before I give you anything.”
“You better be telling the truth or Glitter Kitten is going to rip you apart,” smirked Den Mother.
“You will get the map. Just be gentle.”