Written by Darala Starr :: [Monday, 08 July 2019 20:52] Last updated by :: [Thursday, 04 July 2019 09:50]
Back in her mission suit, her belt and bracelets secured, Darala quietly exited the guest studio behind Tina’s house. The windows were all dark and she suspected Tina was asleep. Darala very carefully slid around the side of the house, arriving in the driveway. She took a glance down the street in both directions.
There were soft pools of light from overhead streetlights here and there, but mostly this place was very dark. Strange insects were chirping all around her, creating a sort of soothing drone. Darala activated her bracelet and tapped in a code. A map with coordinates appeared and Darala calculated the distance.
“Time for a run,” she said quietly.
Darala turned and with explosive energy, launched herself forward with super speed through the night. The small neighborhoods flew by her, the streetlights passing like a strobe. Approaching a two-story apartment building, Darala leaped with her great might and flew through midair. The rooftop appeared beneath her feet and she landed on one foot, and then planted the other.
She glanced back down at the sidewalk below and marveled at her own agility. She consulted her map that was displayed brightly on the surface of her bracelet. Confirming her direction, Darala ran to other side of the building and leaped, coming down in a firmly planted stance behind it. More and more, the title ‘superwoman’ was very appropriate, she thought.
Onward she ran until she found what she was looking for. Darala was standing on the backside of Tina’s antique shop. It was very dark behind the old brick building, but there was a faint puddle of illumination coming from streetlights out front. Darala crept stealthily forward, but stopped when she heard a noise. It sounded like a door closing and a lock being secured.
Darala edged her way to have a better look, and her mouth hung open when she saw deputy Brown exiting the building with a flashlight in one hand and a large set of keys in the other. He locked the door to Tina’s store and then pocketed the keys. He then swept his flashlight beam across the side of the building. Darala quickly slid out of view of it.
Deputy Brown, feeling confident no one had seen him, strode back toward his squad car and proceeded to light up a cigarette.
I wonder what he’s up to, Darala thought. Why is he back here? And how did he get keys to enter?
He took a long drag on the cigarette and stretched his shoulders. And Darala had an idea; a rather mischievous one. She wrestled with the notion another moment, then very quietly drew breath into her mighty lungs. With his back to her, Darala planted her hands on her hips, pursed her lips and pushed a stream of high-pressured air at his back. Not as much as before, but just enough to blow his hat off and extinguish his cigarette.
Caught completely by surprise in the sudden, mysterious gust of wind, deputy Brown stumble-ran to grab his hat back. The cigarette however had blown away into the night.
“Darn it,” he said. He whipped around, but Darala had ducked back behind the building, well out of sight. He examined the sky and said, “Crazy, crazy weather.”
He straightened his hair and pulled his hat down snugly against his forehead. A moment later he dropped into his cruiser, fired up the engine and sputtered off down the road. Darala snickered out loud. It was very humorous. But realizing she needed to get back to the business at hand, she’d have to follow him and with her amazing speed she was confident she could do it.
“Well hey there, honey,” a strange and sinister voice said.
Darala spun around and saw a dark figure approach her from the shadows. Darala backed out into the more evenly lit parking lot. A man approached her, holding something in his hands. It looked like a bar of some kind, with one end turned at a forty-five degree angle with an enlarged opening. A tire iron.
“Look at you,” he said, leering, sweeping her body with his eyes, taking in the subtle shine of her lycra suit.
Darala dropped her hands on her hips and pushed out her chest.
“I don’t want to hurt you. So I’d strongly suggest you turn around and get out of here.”
He laughed out loud. “Hurt me?” he snorted. “You got a lot to learn, honey!” He lifted the tire iron over his shoulder.
Darala said, “I wouldn’t try that if I were you.”
Irritated, he swung the tire iron at her. With a lightning fast reflex, Darala caught his wrist. She applied crushing force on his hand and he instantly dropped the bar. It struck the cement with a loud clang. Baffled by the enormous pressure of her grip, he stumbled back on his feet, holding his wrist and stared at her.
“I told you not to try that,” she said. Grabbing the bar off the ground she stood, rocked her hips, and held it parallel in front of her chest, one hand on each end. She was going to give him a demonstration of Tau Ceti strength he would never forget.
“We both know this bar is made of steel,” she said. “So I hope you take what I’m about to do very seriously.”
Darala tightened her grip on the ends and almost immediately the iron began to slowly bend in the middle. The steel cried softly at first, and then more irritably as the bend grew more and more narrow, the ends of the bar creeping toward one another in Darala’s superhuman grip.
The man’s eyes bugged out of his head, his mouth hung open in disbelief. He shook his head—how can a woman like this bend steel?
“Who are you?” he asked in stunned awe. “What are you?”
Darala had the tire iron folded neatly in half, but decided to make this lesson even more impressive.
“Pay attention,” she said, “From here you can either deal with the police… or you can deal with me.”
Wrapping her fingers tightly around the doubled ends of the already folded bar, Darala applied even greater force in an attempt to bend it doubled over! The steel seemed unwilling at first to concede, but Darala summoned new and greater strength from within. She gritted her teeth and pulled the bar in close to her chest for more leverage. Darala cried out, applying all the strength she had.
The stress on the steel became too much and the bar gave a wild, audible squeal. In her mighty hands and pressed tightly under her swelling chest muscles the doubled bar succumbed and Darala curled the whole thing into one condensed U shape through anguished cries of distressed metal!
The man’s eyes were saucers and he was stumbling back against the side of the building to try and stabilize himself.
With maximum effort and one final explosion of strength in her hands, Darala finished bending the bar so that now the whole thing was only a tangle of iron.
She exhaled loudly, her chest lightly heaving from the effort, and held it up in one hand so the man could have a good look. She planted her other hand on her hip and smiled.
“Now,” she said, “got any more toys for me to play with?”
A second later the man made a run for it, galloping off wildly, his arms pinwheeling.
Darala let out a long, aggravated breath and turned the tortured iron mass around in her fingers before tossing it at the side of the building.
“These humans are not what I expected at all,” she said. “Some of them are so foolish!”
Looking off into the distance it became clear that deputy Brown was out of range. She’d have to try again tomorrow. Darala turned back the way she came and ran like a bullet back to her guest studio. Without so much as a whisper, she made it back and slipped inside.