Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How does Lois respond?

Punch Her In The Face

Lois Lane arose to her feet shakily. Her butt hurt. The cheeks throbbed, hot and swollen. All around her in the club, women were staring at her, and the reporter could feel the heat on her face as she began to blush. The reporter's mother rubbed her spanking hand.

"Now," the old woman said. "You're far too old for these little rebellious streaks, Lois. You're not a teenager anymore. As a full-grown woman, I expect you to behave yoursel—"

The reporter's knuckles cracked against her mother's chin. Her whole body followed through the straight left, and the seated woman fell over backwards in her chair, head bouncing against the carpeted floor. Lois Lane's lips drew back, showing her teeth. She almost treasured the new emotion boiling through her body, lending strength to her arm, that brushed aside her final qualms.

"Enough," she said.

Ella Lane looked up at the reporter from the floor...and smiled, a dribble of black blood flowing down from a cut on her lip.

"You know," the old woman said. "I really didn't think you had it in you."

Then the pale form flowed and blurred. It was like the reporter was staring at her through the heat haze off of a hot road in summer...just that silvery shimmer and dance...and when it settled back down it wasn't her mother lying on her back at all. This figure was taller, with a wild mane of black hair; two dark horns curled back from the broad forehead. The skin was as red as blood on virgin parchment, and she was dressed in a sort of armless orange tunic, cut low so that two strips ran over her breasts, but her arms and legs were free.

Yet what caught Lois Lane's attention were the eyes. Pure white, with no pupil or iris, and yet they stared out from deep, dark sockets like twin candles in a cave. The reporter stared at them and had the unnerving sensation that they were staring past her own eyes, into something beneath her skin.

"Who..."

The demon gathered herself up off the floor. Her right hand came up to wipe away the trace of black blood from her mouth.

"My name is Blaze," the crimson woman said. "You, Lois Lane, have walked into the wrong goddamned club. Seize her!"

As one, the crowd of women rose and began to move toward the reporter.