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Chapter 8 by otx otx

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Argument and Revelation

When you can see again you're somewhere else. The place is lit by bright fluorescents but otherwise looks like some kind of maintenance room. There are tools and cleaning supplies here, along with a few lockers and a bench. With six of you it's a little crowded.

Meter Maid asks the obvious question, "Where the hell are we?"

Photon looks daggers at her. "None of your business, brownie!"

"Do you want my fist down your throat, Bitch? I don't know where you grew up, but that shit doesn't fly in Acropolis City!"

"Then it's a good thing, Bitch, that we aren't IN Acropolis City!"

Heather's voice cuts through the argument. "Can it, both of you! Now, Photon, or whoever you are, what just happened to us?"

"You all got caught in the transport field. We were only trying to grab your Photon. I assume it has something to do with Shit-Girl's powers."

"SHIT-GIRL!? I'll-"

"Calm down, Latesha; you know she's just trying to get a rise out of you."

"Next time I'll put the Boot on her head!"

"I see why Imperatrix puts collars on all the darkie supers; otherwise they get uppity."

"I told both of you to can it! Next one to start gets a cum-soaked billy club upside her head. Now, who the hell is Imperatrix?"

Photon looks confused. "You really don't know, do you? Imperatrix is the ruler of America, all 85 states. She should at least be a supervillain on your world."

You speak up, "Our world? Where are we?"

"Welcome to Apocalypse City, Earth Alpha, capital of America's Empire."

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