A Pimp

Uncoordinated, black light spilling from her finger, the nude corpse of Lois Lane shuffled forward down the alley. The spectral form of the reporter's spirit zoomed ahead of her, to see who her potential victims were. Near the entrance to the street stood a garishly-dressed white man, young but already showing the signs of dissolution from **** and ****. His aura reeked of sins...simmered with ****, lust, addiction. The spectral reporter took into account the heavy stick he leaned on, the calluses on his knuckles, the small pistol concealed at the base of his spine.

The pimp was speaking in low, urgent tones to one of his hoes...a barely-legal thing in a dress that Lois could see through, half-starved and with track marks on her arm, and makeup that didn't quite hide the bruises on her face. Neither of them could see the **** that was coming for them from the alley.

"You're going to get out there, and you're going to sell your little pussy and give the money to me. If I catch you holding out on me, I don't care if it's fifty cents, I'm going to fuck you with my gun and pull the trigger...let you bleed out from between your legs, you and the baby. You got me? I own you. I..."

Lois pressed her spectral self into him. It was like stepping into a tar pit. The hateful sludge that was his soul actually resisted for a moment...and then Lois Lane blinked as she saw the frightened and exhausted young woman.

Who was shocked when her pimp reached into his pocket, drew forth his roll, and handed the wad of bills to her.

"Take the money. Run. Now. Don't come back."

He pulled the gun out for emphasis. Shocked, the whore hesitated...

Then the Black Lantern launched herself from the shadows.

Even looking for the motion, Lois was shocked at the ambulatory corpse's speed. Shots rang out and missed, and the pimp seemed to throw himself at the naked thing, whose teeth and claw-like fingers tore into his gaudy clothes.

The prostitute stooped down, grabbed the money and ran.

Lois Lane struggled to bring the pistol to bear, but her former body laughed and knocked it away from a numb hand. Pants shredded, and the sudden, unexpected sensation of an erection distracted Lois as is slid into a cold, cold cunt...

The zombie rode the dick, face a rictus of hate and amusement. Claws tore away at the shirt and left bloody scratches, but Lois Lane could already sense what was about to happen...and felt powerless to stop it.

Something tugged her out of the pimp's body half a moment before the climax shook his frame...and the Black Lantern's hand burst through his soft stomach, wiggled up behind his rib cage, and ripped forth his beating heart.

<<Battery Charge: 0.2%>>

Lois Lane felt Boston Brand's presence near her as her zombified body stood up, the pimp's seed didn't drip from the naked gash.

I think it's trying to make a Black Lantern battery inside of her, Boston Brand said. Never saw that before...but she'll need a lot more victims to meet that goal.