A blackmailer

Home. A long warm shower. Her blood seeps down into the drain. She hugs herself, letting the warm water crash on her smooth skin. She sneaks off into the kitchen, fixing a hot chocolate and some makeshift bandages. In her room she wraps these bandages around her sore boobs, her back, her waist.

A noise from her closet! She pulls it open suddenly. It was Mr. Ross, standing in her closet, holding a camera phone. “What – what on Earth are you doing in here??” She exclaims, just about ready to start screaming. “Wait,” says the fat man. “I know!! Don’t scream! I know who you are!”

He can’t mean – “What are you talking about?” she says. “I know your little Secret... Teen Girl!” She stands trying her best to hide her surprise. “I think you should get the hell out of here you fucking pervert”. He steps out of the closet, then holds the camera phone to her face. “You’ll want to see this”, he says. And clear as day, on the screen, is Megan in the back alley, changing out of school uniform and into the superhero outfit... then flying. All filmed from some window she hadn’t noticed. Megan’s face turns white. “I wondered where you disappeared to and followed you, came across you in the alley and quickly went into the back toilets of a building where you didn’t see me. I’ve copied this footage... I have backups! It would be no good to destroy this!”

Megan feels sick. Her broken ribs bringing a tear to her eye. “No... no...”

“Unless you want every crook in the city to know who you are...” says the fat man, grinning, looking down at her, “You’ll do exactly as I say. You’ll become my sex ****”.

Late in the night. Hyde Maximum Security Prison

Rain pours down into the gravel dirt of the courtyard.

“Transfer fer the three wannabe supervillains”, says a prison guard, handing paperwork to another, as an armoured van pulls into the courtyard. “Really? They’s only jus’ got here!” replies the 2nd disgruntled guard. “Special delivery fer the feds!” says the first man.

Being led out in chains sans their armour costumes are Razorclaw, Big Package, and Jetpack. Without his costume, Big Package is 6’5, a bald bodybuilder. Jetpack is a short white man with ginger hair. The Asian Razorclaw’s ponytail blows in the wind. They’re lead into the back of the van.

Some distance down the road, the partition at the front of the van is pulled across, revealing a shallow faced man with an evil grin. “We were beginning to think you’d never pick us up, Lucas”, Razorclaw addresses him. “Just be glad the Syndicate decided not to leave you here to rot, Huai” says the thin man. “That was some expensive gear that little girl tore apart. Not to worry, though! We have surveillance tapes of the whole battle. My mind is already brimming with ideas for improvements. Those suits will look like mere prototypes compared to what I’ll cook up next!”

“She’s a lot more resilient than she looks...” says Big Package, an oddly polite English accent coming from his large frame. His suit had apparently enhanced his voice to sound rough and imposing. “Very agile, too. We’ll need more than simple add ons to conquer her.”

“She won’t stand a chance next time, my large friend” Lucas says confidently. “When we first stole this technology we assumed the enhancements to strength, speed, and agility would be more than enough for this girl. But now that we’ve tested the technology and we know what we’re dealing with, and now that we have money coming in from the real bank job we pulled across town, we’ll not only build better suits. We’ll build more. She barely escaped from the three of you... imagine how she’ll fair against a small army”.

Haui smiles.

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Megan’s bedroom. Patter patter patter. The rain raps on her window.

The girl slumps slowly to her knees. She holds her bandaged covered belly, the pain in her ribs is too much to keep her composure. She’s painfully aware that all she is wearing are her bandages and underwear. The grotesque Mr. Ross stands smugly in front of her. His large round belly pushing his waistband in an almost comical fashion. “You’re probably thinking of taking this phone from me and destroying it, and then beating the holy hell outta me. For you, that would be no problem. What you did early tonight is all over the news. You’re more popular than ever, and more of an enemy than ever to every thief and murderer in the city. I’ll save you the energy and just tell you now, I have a back up. I’m not stupid.”

Groaning, Megan looks up. “How... how did you get in here?” He replies in laughter, “Your parents left the front door unlocked! Nobody was home! I came right up here and made myself comfortable, even read part of your diary. Too bad you won’t be losing your virginity the way you pictured, but things don’t always go the way we want in life!”