Halloween Girl by GeekSeven --------------------------------------------- DOWNLOADED FROM http://www.superwomenmania.com/storybank --------------------------------------------- [Author's Note: This is the 7th 'Stupendous Girl' story.] Stupendous Girl and Iona Dixon were having way too much fun playing dress up. One of the advanced pieces of technology that Stupendous Girl had brought from her home planet was a machine that could create clothing from any design in seconds, made from advanced Supremis fabrics that were as comfortable as silk or cotton, but completely indestructible. They were using this incredible device to make Halloween costumes. Stupendous Girl was doing most of the dress-up. With her super-speed, she could change in an out of outfits in less than a second. Iona had no such ability, but she knew exactly what she wanted to wear and was taking her time making sure that the machine understood her precise specifications. Whenever Stupendous Girl tried on a new outfit she would rush out of her bedroom and into the living room of her apartment, where Randall Dixon, Iona's brother and Stupendous Girl's official 'minder' was trying to write a report for his superiors. Having to give his opinion on a series of incredibly revealing outfits was proving to be very distracting. "What do you think, Randall?" asked Stupendous Girl. "This one is called 'Sexy Librarian'." "I like the glasses," said Randall. "I think the skirt is too short to be poking around the stacks in a library, though" "I am so excited!" said Stupendous Girl. "Iona and I are going to 'knock them dead' in Salem tonight!" "That's what I'm afraid of," said Randall. Randall's official job was to be a cultural and political liaison between Earth and Stupendous Girl in her capacity as the representative for the planet Supremis. Unofficially he was supposed to prevent her from inadvertently causing widespread death and destruction; her godlike powers and naive misunderstandings of Earth culture had combined to devastating effect on a number of occasions. Both of these responsibilities were complicated by the fact that he and Stupendous Girl were romantically involved; if "romantic" was the correct word for a relationship that left him with life-threatening injuries every time they were intimate. Randall had been very nervous about Stupendous Girl spending time with his sister, Iona. He did not want Iona to get hurt and he did not think that Iona was mature enough to keep Stupendous Girl in check. Iona and Stupendous Girl had gone clubbing a few times to the city's semi-regular goth/industrial events. Stupendous Girl's presence always started at least one fight among men and women who wanted to be close to the gorgeous superwoman, but the only person who had been seriously hurt during these nights out was a man who had made the mistake of trying to pinch Iona's butt; Stupendous Girl had mistaken Iona slapping the man as an indication that he was a threat, and she had lobotomized him with an instinctive burst of laser vision. Randall grudgingly had to admit that Iona had done a lot better at minimizing casualties than he had when he had first started. However, Halloween was another matter altogether. Stupendous Girl always caused the worst of her accidental carnage during traditional holidays. Iona and Stupendous Girl were planning to go up to Salem, Massachusetts for Halloween and Randal knew from experience that the center of Salem would be packed with drunken, costumed revelers. A holiday, alcohol and crowds of potential victims with impaired judgment were not his idea of a great destination for Stupendous Girl, but Iona had put the idea in her head and now there was no getting it out again. Stupendous Girl disappeared in a blur and reappeared a couple of minutes later. "What do you think, Randall?" asked Stupendous Girl. "It is called 'Sexy Nurse'." Sure enough, she was wearing an extremely revealing version of a nurse's uniform, made from a tight, shiny material that resembled latex. She twirled around a couple of times to give Randall a good view. Her large breasts bounced slightly as she turned. Randall gulped. "It's very, um... That is to say, it's quite, um..." Stupendous Girl stood six feet tall, had long blonde hair, large green eyes and long legs. Her figure was curvaceous yet toned. It really did not matter what she was wearing, she was always the most beautiful woman that Randall had ever seen. Stupendous Girl shook her head in frustration, sending her blonde hair cascading in all directions. "I do not know why I bother to ask for your opinion," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "What do you think I should wear?" "I think the witch costume would be the most appropriate for Halloween in Salem," said Randall. "Which witch?" asked Stupendous Girl. "Sexy witch, slutty witch, candy witch, good witch, bad witch or pink fluffy witch?" "Err..." Randall could not remember half of the costumes that Stupendous Girl had modeled, they all merged together into a blur of impossible sexiness. "Sexy witch?" he asked, tentatively. Stupendous Girl gave out an excited yelp. "That was my favorite as well!" she said. "I will go change." She returned in a few seconds, wearing a short gold and black dress with a bodice front that laced up tightly to emphasize her cleavage, black knee length boots, and a pointy black hat. She twirled around, sending her skirt flying up and revealing her black, silky underwear. "Looks great, SG!" said Randall. "Thank you Randall! Do not wait up!" said Stupendous Girl. Iona was in Stupendous Girl's room putting the finishing touches on her 'Goth Fairy' costume. She wore a black corset and skirt combination, black opera gloves and heavy biker boots. A pair of purple wings was attached to the back of her costume. The wings only appeared to be delicate; made from the same Supremis materials as the rest of her costume, they could have survived a direct hit from an anti-tank cannon. Iona was in her early 20's and very attractive by human standards, although she fell far short of Stupendous Girl's otherworldly beauty. She had long dark hair, brown eyes and stood a few inches shorter than Stupendous Girl. "How are we going to get to Salem?" asked Iona. "Are you going to carry me?" Stupendous Girl smiled. "No need. I have a surprise for you," she said. "After that mess at the 'Miss Galaxy' pageant, I promised Randall that I would not use this again, but I think he would make an exception for his own sister." She opened a drawer in her dresser, which turned out to be empty. "Oh dear," said Stupendous Girl, "I thought the power ray was in here. It is a good job I have a spare!" She pulled open another drawer and pulled out a small cylinder which was the same size and shape as a tube of lipstick. Stupendous Girl pointed the cylinder at Iona and squeezed it. The cylinder emitted a pale green light that washed over Iona like a combination of liquid and light. Iona moaned; the sensation was one of the most intensely pleasurable things that she had ever experienced. "What was that?" asked Iona. "What happened?" She felt different, she felt good, and when she looked at her feet she realized that she was floating several inches above the floor. "It is the power ray!" said Stupendous Girl. "It has temporarily given you superpowers that are similar to mine. The effect will only last for a few hours, but until then you will be almost as powerful as I am." "Oh my god," said Iona. "You mean that I'm invulnerable? I can fly? I'm strong?" Iona examined her body a little more closely; she had gained an inch or so of height, her body was toned in a way that it had never been before, and her breasts were fuller and firmer, straining against her bodice. "All of that and more," said Stupendous Girl. "Now you can fly to Salem alongside me." Iona frowned. "Do you use the power ray on Randall? So you don't hurt him when you two are, you know, doing it?" Stupendous Girl shook her head. "Do not be silly! The power ray only works on females. If I used it on Randall it would kill him instantly. The idea of a man with superpowers is ridiculous! Some kind of 'Super Man'?" Stupendous Girl laughed. "So what kind of protection do you use for Randall?" asked Iona. "I do not need 'protection'. Like most Supremis women, I am almost completely sterile. The chances of my becoming pregnant are astronomical." "I mean, what do you do to protect Randall from being hurt?" asked Iona. "Oh, nothing. I hurt him all the time when we engage in the physical act of love," said Stupendous Girl. "Then I heal him with the healing ray and we do it all over again!" Iona made a disgusted face. "I did not need to hear that! Shall we go? I don't want to waste any time with my powers." The two women held hands and flew out of the open window together, soaring into the night sky under their own power. Iona thrilled at the sensation of being able to propel herself through the air like a human rocket. She should have been freezing in the thin fall air above the city, but she found that the frigid temperature had no effect on her. "How does your race survive if the women are infertile?" asked Iona. "We are 'almost' infertile," said Stupendous Girl. "We have enough children to keep going, and we live for a very long time." They flew higher and higher, reaching the edge of the atmosphere and pausing for a moment to take in the view of the eastern seaboard of the United States at night, the land delineated from the sea by the lights of the cities and streets. They curved gracefully through the near-vacuum and plunged towards the blotch of light on the coast that represented Salem, Massachusetts. ***** Stupendous Girl and Iona did not want to land in the middle of the city center and make a scene, so when they arrived above Salem, they landed in a wooded park next to the sea. Iona was babbling excitedly about the thrill of flying under her own power as their feet touched the ground, but she quickly fell silent when a scream cut through the crisp fall air. Stupendous Girl quickly located the source of the sound and ran towards it, moving faster than a speeding locomotive. Iona followed at a similar speed, glorying in the new found power in her limbs. The scene that they discovered was barely lit by a pair of distant streetlamps, but the two women had no difficulty seeing everything. Their super eyes were capable of making out the tiniest details in barely a flicker of light. Two men stood on either side of a young woman; one of the men was trying to grab at her bag. Stupendous Girl and Iona raced to the scene and positioned themselves on opposite sides of the woman, forcing themselves between her and the two threatening men. Each man pulled a knife out of his jacket and waved it around as they walked towards the young women. "I don't know where you girls came from or what you think you're doing, but you'd best leave now if you don't want to get hurt," said the one in front of Iona. "I don't know, Mikey," said the other man. "These two are cuter than the other one. Maybe we should trade up for the slutty witch and the goth princess." "This costume is called 'Sexy Witch', not 'Slutty Witch'," interjected Stupendous Girl, but they ignored her. "What do you say, girls?" asked 'Mikey'. "Do you feel like doing what you're told?" Iona spat on the ground between her and Mikey. "Get lost, dickhead," she said. Simultaneously, the two men tried to assert their authority over the situation by thrusting their knives towards Iona and Stupendous Girl. The thrusts were slow and tentative, obviously intended to scare rather than to cause severe injury. Stupendous Girl reacted with such lightning speed that her assailant barely had time to move; she grabbed the wrist of his knife arm with her right hand and squeezed. Her delicate hand was like a steel vice around the man's wrist; he screamed and lost his grip on the knife. Stupendous Girl caught it out of the air with her left hand, grabbing the blade between her fingers so that her middle finger was above the hard stainless steel and her ring and index fingers were below. She moved her middle finger down and her other fingers up, scissoring the metal between her slender digits. The steel snapped into two pieces and the knife fell to the ground. Iona was not used to her new, super-fast reflexes, so she did not react as quickly. The tip of Mikey's knife struck her stomach and ran across the indestructible material of her corset, causing no damage to the garment, or to her invulnerable skin beneath. Instinctively, Iona grabbed the blade of the knife with her right hand. The blade was razor sharp and would have badly cut her fingers only an hour earlier, but now she was invulnerable to the primitive weapon and stronger than anybody on the planet apart from Stupendous Girl. The blade of the knife squashed in her hand like a tube of toothpaste; the intense pressure generated by her grip raised the temperature of the steel until it became molten, dripping through her fingers like glowing red syrup. The two men stood there, slack-jawed, staring at the two women who had disarmed them so effortlessly. They both tried to turn and run. The one whose wrist was being held by Stupendous Girl quickly realized that it was hopeless to try and escape her grasp. He pulled away with all of his strength, but her arm did not move even a millimeter and her hold on his wrist was as unbreakable as it was painful. Mikey saw this and tried to make his own escape, but Iona moved quickly to stop him. She grabbed the wrist of his left arm and then twisted it behind his back, pushing down to force him to his knees. Not understanding the full extent of her power, she broke most of the bones in his arm and dislocated his shoulder in the process. Kneeling before the beautiful woman who had humbled him, pain shooting from his ruined arm, Mikey began to cry and beg for forgiveness. "What should we do with them?" asked Iona. "I do not know," said Stupendous Girl. "Maybe their intended victim has some ideas?" The woman that the two men had been planning on assaulting was in a mild state of shock at the sudden rescue. As she recovered her senses, a look of anger and shame came over her face. "I would like to see them humiliated," she said. "Hmm," said Stupendous Girl. "I have an idea. I will show you a little trick that you can do with your laser vision, Iona. Then you can try it." Stupendous Girl released her captive's wrist and stepped back a couple of feet. She looked directly at him. Two broad cones of red light shot from her eyes and enveloped the man in a cocoon of heat that instantly burned away his clothes and all of the hair on his body. The naked and denuded man screamed with horror, covered his private areas with his hands and ran off into the night. "That was cool," said Iona. "How do I do that?" Iona pulled Mikey up, dragging him to his feet by pulling his broken arm so hard that painful new fractures opened up along the entire length of the limb. She released his wrist and stepped back a little way. "Don't move," she warned. "I won't be so gentle if I have to restrain you again." Iona turned to Stupendous Girl. "What do I do now?" "Relax your eyes," said Stupendous Girl. "Let your focus go until there you see a slight blur. Then fire your laser vision very gently; let it wash around him." Iona tried to do as Stupendous Girl said. She relaxed her eyes and fired her laser vision. She instinctively knew how to use her new powers, but she lacked experience in controlling them; it was as if she suddenly had new muscles that she had never used before. Two broad cones of red light shot from her eyes and disintegrated Mikey in a fraction of a millisecond. A wisp of smoke that rapidly blew away in the wind was all that remained of the young thug. "Oops!" said Iona. "Do not worry, Iona," said Stupendous Girl. "I am sure you will soon get the hang of it." Stupendous Girl turned to the woman they had rescued, who had a horrified look on her face. "Can we escort you home, Miss?" she asked. The woman backed away from the two superwomen and raised the palms of her hands towards them. "No thank you," she said. "I can go the rest of the way by myself." She paused for a moment. "Don't take this the wrong way," she said, "but you two are the most frightening things in Salem this Halloween." She turned and ran. ***** Stupendous Girl and Iona left the park and walked towards the center of town. Iona was giddy with excitement after the demonstration of her powers. "That was so amazing!" she said. "It was bad that I killed that guy, but that was an accident and he was a bad man, but that laser thing was amazing. Did you see how I had that man by the arm and he couldn't get away, even though he was much bigger than me?" "I saw, Iona," replied Stupendous Girl. "You did very well." They turned onto a wide street lined with large, federal-style buildings. In the front of each house was a set of broad steps with a pair of carved pumpkins placed on the bottom. "Oh my god!" exclaimed Iona. "We should go trick or treating!" "Randall specifically said that we should not do that. He said that we are too old for trick or treat," said Stupendous Girl. Iona laughed. She was too high on power and adrenalin to listen to what her big brother wanted. "Is he your boyfriend, or your boss? Are you Stupendous Girl, or Do What Randall Says Girl?" Without waiting for an answer, Iona marched up to the nearest house and rang the doorbell. Stupendous Girl followed her, but said nothing. Iona had made a good point. Stupendous Girl was a Princess of Supremis and it was not appropriate for a mere consort to tell her what she could and could not do. Even if his advice was very good. A middle-aged man, dressed as Sherlock Holmes, answered the door, holding a large glass bowl filled with gourmet candy. He looked at the two sexy young women suspiciously. "Trick or treat!" shouted Iona. "Aren't you girls a little old for trick or treat?" asked the man. "Get out of here!" He slammed the door in their faces. "That was very rude!" said Stupendous Girl. Iona put her hands on her hips. "It was rude," she said. "Oh well, he didn't give us any treats, so I guess we should do a trick." "I did a lot of research on Halloween," said Stupendous Girl. "I know all of the tricks. Do you have any eggs or toilet paper?" "No," said Iona. "We could smash his pumpkins, though." Each woman took position by one of the pumpkins and raised a foot. In unison, they stamped down on a pumpkin, sending pulverized squash flying in all directions. Their feet struck the steps beneath the pumpkins, cracking the stone and shaking the entire foundation of the house. The glass in every window shattered and the building began to list at an awkward angle. "Run!" shouted Iona. The two women vanished in a blur as they raced away from the scene at supersonic speed. Behind them, the shaken homeowner emerged from his house to examine the damage from what appeared to have been a very precisely targeted earthquake. ***** As the two young women approached the center of town, the number of people on the streets increased. Iona wished that they could just fly above the crowds, but Stupendous Girl was keen on keeping a low profile. They passed a bronze statue of Samantha from 'Bewitched' which had been donated to the city of Salem by a cable television channel. An elderly woman dressed in layers of wool was shaking her fist at anybody wearing a costume, which was most of the people on the street. She seemed particularly upset when she saw a woman wearing something revealing. When she saw Iona and Stupendous Girl, her fist shook so hard that Iona was afraid it would fall off. "Shame on you!" shouted the old woman. "You'll catch your death of cold walking around dressed like a pair of pagan hussies!" "Is it cold?" asked Stupendous Girl. "I don't know," said Iona. "I'm quite comfortable, but that woman we just passed in the cheerleader costume was shivering and her nipples were rock hard." The old woman had overheard them. "Shame on you! Using language like that! Go home and put a vest on! What would your mothers say? " They ignored the old woman and crossed the street to the pedestrian precinct in the center of Salem. The crowds were so thick that it would have been hard for the two woman to move if they were not super powerful. Parting a crowd was easier than carving a path through a mountain, which each woman could have done with little effort. Almost every person was wearing a costume; there were devils, angels, pirates, wenches, cheerleaders, witches, fairies, ghost busters, and more than one 'Stupendous Girl'. "What would your mother say?" asked Iona. "I do not have a good relationship with my mother," said Stupendous Girl. "She is very bitter about her sister being born first and therefore being queen. She is not a very nice person." "I'm sorry," said Iona. "That is all right. I have come to terms with her... obsessions. However, I do not think she would mind me dressing like this. This outfit is quite modest by Supremis standards!" said Stupendous Girl." What would your mother say about your outfit?" she asked. "She's pretty easy going," said Iona. "She has spent so much time worrying about Randall that she lets me get away with a lot." "Why does she worry about Randall?" asked Stupendous Girl. "Because of his lack of passion. She has always worried about him not being able to connect with people or find a girlfriend. It took a bombshell from outer space to crack his shell," said Iona. Stupendous Girl blushed. She knew that she was outstandingly beautiful by Earth standards, but she had grown up thinking she was nothing special. "His lack of emotion is why he was assigned to be my liaison," she said. "I read his file when we were searching for the traitor in his organization. He was one of only two people like that." Iona was curious. "Who was the other one?" "I don't know. It was a woman called Susan MacIntyre," said Stupendous Girl. "The file had no details about what she is doing." "You'd think that a woman would be a more suitable liaison to a supergirl than my idiot brother," said Iona. "Hey, I am in love with that 'idiot'!" said Stupendous Girl. Iona started. "In love? Really? I thought you were just doing it!" "Yes, well, I am not happy with it," said Stupendous Girl. "My life is already complicated enough without having all of these stupid feelings for mere consort." At that point a tall man dressed in an army greatcoat stepped in front of them. "Ladies, ladies, beautiful ladies!" he said. He took another look at the two of them and had to suppress a gasp. "Really, really beautiful ladies. You look like you need a guide to this fair city of Salem, a guide who can show you the spookiest spots in town! What do you think?" "What I think," said Iona. "Is that you are trying to distract us while your partner tries to pick our pockets." As she spoke, she had reached behind her and grabbed the wrist of a young man who was trying to reach into the small pocket in the side of her corset that contained her id and some money. She turned and faced the pickpocket. "Unless you are just a pervert trying to cop a feel in the crowd? Which is it?" The pickpocket squirmed and tried to run, but he found it impossible to move Iona's arm even the tiniest fraction of an inch. She stared at him with her big brown eyes, eyes that could have burned holes in his skull. The pickpocket gulped. The many in the army coat held his hands out in front of him. "This has nothing to do with me!" he said. "I am an innocent bystander in all of this." "Really?" said Stupendous Girl, who was examining him with her x-ray vision. "Then why do you have so many different wallets in your coat? All of which appear to belong to different people..." She reached forward and tore his coat open, sending the buttons flying in all directions. The inner lining of the coat was lined with dozens of pockets, each of which contained one or more wallets. "I can explain," said the man. "My explanation will commence shortly and will be convincing." He turned and ran, but found himself unable to move. Stupendous Girl had one of her slender hands firmly clamped to his left shoulder; he would have had better luck trying to escape if he had been chained to a bulldozer. "If anybody is missing a wallet," shouted Stupendous Girl, "this man here probably has it!" "Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit," said the man. A pair of police officers heard the commotion and made their way through the crowd towards the scene. "What do we have here?" asked one of them. "Freddy Fingers and Mr. Pockets? I thought you two knew better than to come back to Salem." "Thank you for your help, ladies," said the other officer. "We can take it from here." Iona and Stupendous Girl left the two thieves in the care of the Salem PD and continued their stroll through the Halloween scene. "That felt good," said Iona. "We stopped a pair of criminals without killing anybody or causing property damage." "Yes," said Stupendous Girl. They looked at each other for a moment. "Do you want to find something we can break?" asked Iona. "Heck, yes!" said Stupendous Girl. ***** Randall Dixon was sitting on the couch in Stupendous Girl's apartment, playing video games, when his cellphone rang with the special ring tone that indicated an emergency situation. He answered immediately. "Hello?" It was Charlene, one of the watch officers at the Department of Extra-Solar Affairs. "Randall, turn on the TV at once!" she said. "Which channel?" he asked. "Doesn't matter; it's on most of them!" replied Charlene. Randall switched the TV to the nearest news channel. The picture shown was a scene of complete and utter devastation. Collapsed buildings, dead bodies, and blood everywhere. Most of the corpses were in costume. A caption at the bottom of the screen said: "Breaking News: Devastation in Salem." He groaned and felt nauseous. His worst fears about his sister and Stupendous Girl going to Salem had been confirmed. He started to think of possible cover stories. Gas leak? Terrorist attack? From the tone of his voice, the news anchor was clearly shaken, but he did his best to describe what was happening. "This is the scene in Salem, Oregon. An unprovoked attack by the so-called super heroine 'Stupendous Girl' on a Halloween parade. Hundreds are confirmed dead and many more are missing." "Hang on," said Randall to himself. "Salem, Oregon?" He hung up on Charlene and dialed the emergency number he had for Stupendous Girl. She had no cellphone, but she did have a communications implant in her head, which had been patched into the cellphone network. "This is Stupendous Girl!" said Stupendous Girl. "Hello sweetie! What is going on?" "Where are you and Iona?" asked Randall. "We are in Siberia," said Stupendous Girl. "What the hell are you doing in Siberia?" asked Randall. "Mostly throwing rocks at big trees and watching them explode," said Stupendous Girl. "Why?" "Come back to base, immediately!" said Randall. "We have a situation." ***** Randall, Stupendous Girl, and Iona watched the coverage of the massacre in Oregon with glum expressions on their face. Every station was calling for Stupendous Girl's blood. She was being called a 'super terrorist', an 'enemy of Earth', and the 'maid of murderous might'. "There is no way I can cover this up," said Randall. "Stupendous Girl was caught on live television destroying most of Salem and killing hundreds of people in cold blood." "But it was not me!" said Stupendous Girl. "I know, but who was it?" asked Randall. "Um," said Iona. "Didn't you say that you had another Power Ray that was missing?" she asked. "Of course!" said Stupendous Girl. "Somebody must have stolen the Power Ray and used it on a woman who looks like me!" They went into Stupendous Girl's bedroom and Stupendous Girl opened the drawer where the Power Ray should have been. It was there. "I do no understand," she said. "It was not here three hours ago." She picked up the Power Ray and examined it closely. "There are no fingerprints on the device. It has definitely been used, though. There are only eight charges remaining; there were 9 left after the 'Miss Galaxy' incident. The only person who knew where the Power Ray was and who had access to the apartment is..." "Me," said Randall. "They want you to think it is me. Somebody wants Earth to hate you and wants you to distrust me at the same time. It was not me, though." "I know," said Stupendous Girl. "Ugh. Halloween sucks!"