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3:17am Tuesday -- Waltham, MA

"This is too cool!" thought Lexa as she pulled her hands apart smoothly, the metal bars bending like playdough with a low-pitched metallic shriek. It had only been a a few hours since Lexa's amazing transformation, but already Lexa was putting her new gifts to use. The metal grating in front of the lingerie store did not stand a chance against Lexa's new power as she parted it like a beaded curtain, leaving it rent and bent beyond repair. With the only formidable obstacle quickly disabled, the new young supergirl stood in front of the window, her eyesight having no difficulty in scanning inside the store with perfect clarity.

"THERE!" thought Lexa to herself as she walked purposefully over to the object of her desire. It was a latex catsuit that she had seen earlier in the day as she had exited this same mall. Now that she had a chance to mentally digest what had happened, she knew that her current attire was not suited for her ultrasexy physique and the feats which she could now perform. Besides, black was sexy as hell and she HAD to have it.

"And anything Lexa now wants ..." Lexa whispered to herself as she smiled and gently placed her fingertips against the store window glass. "Lexa GETS!" she said emphatically, as her flicked her index finger at the window. BOOM! There was a loud report as the window disentigrated in a shower of glass shards as Lexa's index finger struck it like a shotgun blast. Lexa could only smile as she felt several razor sharp pieces strike her steel hard body. A normal person would have been cut to ribbons, but Lexa now was far, far from normal. And she knew it! And she wanted others to know it as well!

As she slipped in the catsuit, the latex material slid across her body like a second skin. Lexa flexed her arm, the latex crinkling and crackling as a steel ball of muscle rose where her small bicep used to be. Lexa felt so alive as she marvelled at the size of her muscles and the thought of the power contained within. Lexa could hardly contain her excitement as her mind flashed picture-perfect fantasies of what she could do now: ripping an ATM out of the wall, robbing a bank single-handedly in pure daylight, taking on a whole SWAT team of ...

"FREEZE!" screamed the officer as Lexa whirled around in a blur even before he finished speaking his one-syllable interogative.

"... COPS!" whispered Lexa as she licked her lips seductively as she stood to face two armed security guards. At this point, Lexa was dressed from head to toe in her tight fitting latex catsuit.

CLICK ... CLICK ... CLICK ...

The sound of Lexa's steel-tipped heels clicking against the cold marble floor echoed through the deserted mezzanine of the Waltham Galleria as she approached the two officers with her hands on her hips. Her vastly improved hearing could hear the beating of their hearts as she slowly approached them with no descernable fear or urgency on her face. Supremely confident, she stopped about 20 feet from the big and crossed her arms and arched her back, accentuating her unbelievable chest toward the two security guards.

Morris Johnson and Sal Infantino's eyes simulataneously locked immediately on the silver zipper that dangled precariously just underneath Lexa's mountainous cleavage. Lexa saw the men's gazes lock like a tractor beam on her chest, and she grinned widely, counting the 47 microbeads of sweat forming in total on both men's foreheads and instantly processing the 56% and 73% increase in the sound of each man's heart rate, respectively. Lexa teasingly rubbed her hands over her catsuit to stir even more arousal from the men, as her nanotechno-enhanced senses confirmed what she already knew -- her body, along with her new outfit, was as irresistable as it was powerful!

"Hit the g-g-ground, bitch!" shouted Johnson, his voice initially failing to resonate confidence as he spoke.

Lexa on the other hand was bursting with confidence reinforced by the knowledge that she was exponentially superior to these men in every way possible. She took a short breath and flashed an innocent smile. "Hit the ground?  I don't think you really want me to do ..."

"Do it, BITCH!"

"Well ... O-kayyyyyyyyy!" Lexa droned as she stared at the men. Her eyes narrowing and her innocent smile morphed into a wicked grin. Lexa's body tightened as she clenched her fists at her sides. She felt the power swirl inside her like a torrent of lava. She felt her arms and legs muscles pulse, superhuman power at her beck and call! Her superhuman hearing allowed her to hear her latex suit whine and crackle as her inhuman thighs flexed against it. Lexa breathed a short sigh, trying to soak in the euphoria of it all as she slightly flexed her legs and took a short hop.

Superhuman cords of thigh muscles propelled her toned body straight up in the air as the guards stoos aghast, their guns aimlessly trying to track the latex-clad titaness as she rose up like a superhuman butterfly gracefully, almost as if she was weightless.

Lexa marvelled at the ease of her superjump, she BARELY even jumped and here she was ascending like a bird, higher and higher. Ten feet. Twelve feet. Eighteen feet. Lexa finally "maxed" out at twenty-one feet as she performed a perfectly maneuvered quadruple layout, giggling at the ease of the feat. As Lexa descended, she crouched her body and cocked his fist in the air as she descended, her velocity -- and ferocity -- seemingly increasing with every inch of her decent.

As the polished marble floor of the mezzanine rushed toward Lexa, her eyes locked on a single square inch of the floor.  As Lexa landed on the floor with a dull thud, she swung her fist in a hypersonic blur -- as hard as she could -- at her target spot on the floor.

BOOM!!!

The entire mezzanine shook like it had been hit by a bomb. Lexa's fist drove into the hardened marble like a superpowered jackhammer, her knuckles plowing through almost 2 feet on polished marble, reinforced concrete, and rebar like it was whipped cream. The ground shook violently and both men were knocked off their feet as marble shards flew in all directions, narrowly missing both men. Glass windows broke on several storefronts and window displays were upheaved by Lexa's mini little "earthquake" as a mushroom cloud of dust and debris showered down on the lower level of the mall as a testament to the spectacle that had just occurred.

Lexa gingerly, pulled back her fist from the hole she had made and looked wide-eyed at it as she shivered at the power she now had. She could do anything!

Standing up and dusting herselff off, Lexa sexily walked over to one of the guns that the men had dropped when they were tossed about. Biting her lip, Lexa placed one of her steel-tipped boots on top of the weapon and pushed down, exerting tons of force through her shapely legs. The gun metal whined like a kitten as the hardened steel was no match for Lexa's leg. Lexa's feat was slow and deliberate, not because of the difficulty -- or lack thereof -- but because Lexa wanted the two men to see what she was doing! She licked her lips and squashed her feet back and forth as the gun had no recourse but to flatten slowly like a pancake against the cold marble floor.

Lexa bent down and picked up the sheet of scrap metal, scraping it off the marble floor with perfectly manicured nails. As she held the 2 millimeter thick disk up for the officers to she, she could hear them gulp nervously, which only fueled Lexa's evil desires even more.

With seemingly barely a thought and a flick of her wrist, Lexa sent the metallic disk hurling towards Infantino at an incredible velocity. He was dead the microsecond she released the disk. With her super-enhanced brain functions calculating the proper trajectory and angles and her super-powered wrist propelling the disk to speeds over 250 km/hr, Infantino never stood a chance!

The metallic edge sliced through the air like an arrow on a slightly downward trajectory, hitting Infantino in the chest and slicing though his body and ribcage like wet, ground hamburger, only stopping when it had embedded itself in the marble floor, partially impaling Infantino's lifeless corpse to the mezzanine.

Lexa purred like a kitten as she admired her handiwork and quickly turned her attention to Johnson, still lying catatonic on the floor.

Lexa's boot heels echoed eerily in the deserted mall as she walked up to the man and stood over him. "Now were you the one that told me to freeze or the one that called me a bitch and to hit the floor?" Lexa could barely suppress a giggle as the man's mouth failed to register any audible sound out of fear. She bent down and sat on him, stradling his cowering body as she spoke to him, almost whispering.

"Don't wanna say? Well, it was a trick question! See, I have a super memory, along with super ... well ... everything! You know, honey ... I could break every bone in your body with a single finger!"

"Gaa--aaaa--ck!"

"Don't believe me? Pity!"

With that Lexa's hands flashed at superspeed as she pulled Morris Johnson's shirt apart, buttons popping off in all directions. Playfully -- and just to prove she could -- Lexa's hands flashed out at all angles catching all four buttons easily. Lexa gently opened the man's shirt pocket and gently placed the buttons in there, patting it for reassuranace.

"There! I am sure the missus can sew those back on!" Lexa said evily as she traced over Morris's bare chest with hand. "Of course, she might have a harder time piecing you back together!"

With that, Lexa's hand became a blur as she flicked up and down the left side of Morris's body.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

"And ..."

POP!

Like bubble wrap hit with a shotgun, Johnson's rib cage was destroyed with each successive pop by Lexa's fingers as she individually flicked and broke each rib. Within seconds, Lexa could see his side turn a purplish hue, one rib -- the last one -- even being splintered so badly it tore back through his flesh, sickeningly exposing the bone. Johnson's screams were faintly audible as he threatened to pass out from the pain.

"Awww ... did that hurt?" seductively cooed Lexa as she tightened her thighs slowly, Morris's hips trapped inside. Lexa's ears was the first to hear the hairline fractures in Morris's hips as she inexorably began to squeeze her thighs together -- with complete control -- relishing in every sound of bone breaking, every scream of terror from her prey. It was so intoxicating!

As she felt his fragile male calcium bones begin to disentigrate, Lexa flexed tightly. Morris screamed loudly and then subsequently passed out as his hips were shattered and compressed like a peanut shell in a car compactor. Lexa only smiled with no hint remorse on her face until her facial expression changed abruptly.

"Cops!" Lexa whispered to herself as her hearing detected the sounds of other police cars pulling up outside.

Standing up, Lexa fought the urge to take out her anger on the arriving officers. No, now that she had secured her "wardrobe" she had one more errand to run ... someone to see!

As she stood up, she looked down unsympathetically at the fallen Morris Johson, his body beaten and battered beyond repair. As her eyes gazed upon his name tag, her picture-perfect memory flashed and focused clear images of a similar name tag on another person ...

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3:49am Tuesday,  White River Junction, VT

The desk clerk at the Shady Lawn Motel yawned once again and wiped his eyes, still half-asleep, as he spoke to the dishevled, plump man standing at his desk. Lightning again crackled outside, startling both men momentarily -- the plump man even moreso.

"How many nights?"

"Just one." said the portly man as he lay his Visa on the counter.

"That'll be seventy-nine dollars for the one-night rate, Mister ..."

"Lampard, Charlie Lampard."