Her Sister, Lucy Lane

Lois turned and stared in a face much like her own—only a few years younger, a couple inches shorter, with blonde hair, and her mother's eyes blue eyes. She was dressed for the club: sleeveless black t-shirt a size too long, stockings that could pass for leggings at a distance, short black heels.

Lois doubted the blonde was wearing underwear or bra. She remembered how she used to like flashing people as she danced...

"Lucy!" Lois gasped, amazed to see her sister here. "What are you—no, don't tell me. Come on, we have to get out of here."

The reporter grabbed her sister and pulled her toward the door. Lucy Lane was so shocked she barely resisted, falling into step beside Lois.

"Lois, what's going on? Are you okay? You're limping!"

Lois grimaced. It was true. She could feel the stone shaft inside of her grind with every step, almost as though it was trying to get deeper inside of her. The pain was growing, a dozen sharp, ragged points of fire inside her crotch that spoke of vaginal tears...or worse.

What worried Lois most was that she could feel something warm and wet down there...

"We can't talk right now, we have to go," she hissed. "I'm on the job, this place isn't safe. Just hold tight and trust me."

Lucy, to her credit, immediately slipped her sister's arm over her shoulder and started to half-carry the limping reporter toward the door. Lois let her head loll a little, playing the woman who had a little too much to drink, all the while keeping an eye out for the club's bouncers...but none of them showed.

Arm in arm, the sisters lurched out the door, past the line of people waiting to get in. Lois drank in the cool outside air, glad to be away, wanting to put more distance between them and the club. Something warm ran down Lois Lane's left leg, inside her pants.

There was a cab in the corner. Lois hailed it, and they hobbled down the sidewalk. Lucy helped her sister in. They gave the driver an address and settled in.

"Lois...you're bleeding."

Lois stared at her left foot. A red dribble had emerged from the bottom of her foot, leaking into her shoe.

She was about to explain when a sudden cramp struck the reporter, bending her almost double. Bile rose in the back of her throat as the pain sat in her gut and stayed there. Lucy held her right hand, big blue eyes wide with concern. Lois' left hand held her stomach. It felt bloated.

"Lois...what's wrong?"

The cabbie drove. Lois explained as best she could, whispering as loud as she dared, not sparing her sister any details. If there was one soul alive she could trust with the story of tonight's events...

Lucy listened quietly, and when Lois was done, she only had one question:

"What do we do?"