Chapter Six
October 30th, 11:55 PM
"MMPH!" Erin cried, pressing her thighs together, trying desperately to deny the vampire entry... but nevertheless feeling his fingernails wedge into the crack, his fingertips pushing apart her mighty muscles, his hand finally forcing her to relent...
"No..." she thought, slamming her eyes shut. "No..."
All of her crimefighting... all of her successes at the Blue Lynx... undone by a goon... dressed as Dracula... compelling her to submit... on the night before Halloween... it was too much, just too much to bear...
"No..."
But then, he was gone. There was, suddenly, nothing there, and her legs smashed back together. She opened her eyes to see the vampire collapse, revealing a striking African-American woman in white bra-and-panties.
"Mmph?" Erin asked.
The woman sprang behind Erin and reached up to the knots attaching her to the scaffold. "Hold still," she ordered, cutting away at the ropes with a secret device.
Erin took a deep breath. What was happening, now? The vampire lay before her, moaning to himself in the dirt. A quick glance to the right revealed the hockey-mask-wearing goon in a similar position, rolling around and gripping his stomach in front of an empty wooden fixture. Randy and the other thugs, sunk deep into their "ritual" roles, hadn't heard a thing.
The ropes on her wrists snapped, and Erin's hands dropped to her side. She immediately removed the gag from her mouth and began massaging her wrists.
"Who are you?" she whispered, to the woman now slicing away at her ankle bonds.
"A fellow crime fighter who also got in over her head," she responded. "Call me Thunder Girl."
Erin bent down to help the woman deal with her restraints. She had so many questions for "Thunder Girl"-- why she'd been investigating this place, how she got captured, if she recognized Erin's face, how she got free from her bonds-- but this was obviously no time to ask. They had to save Margot and the other girls-- they had to find a way to stop Randy.
The final rope fell and Erin stepped off of the scaffold. The woman stood up and pointed at the thugs menacing their skimpily-clothed captives.
"You think you can take those guys without your utility belt, Blue Lynx?"
Erin scoffed. She resented the slight, but at the same time knew that even with her tools, these men had defeated her fairly easily. But that was all in the past, now.
"Just keep them off my back," Erin said. "I'm looking forward to getting some revenge."
"Great," the woman said. "I'll take the werewolf."
Erin nodded at the creature holding tightly to Margot's writhing body. "I got the zombie."
The women exchanged a final glance and sprinted off in opposite directions. Erin's heart thumped against her ribcage, but not with fear: she was free again, and the sense of doom had evaporated, supplanted by a sense of superheroine mission. She would fight these thugs, and she would triumph, for she was...
"MMPH MMPH!" Margot screamed, her eyes widening with Erin's approach.
The zombie turned around, but too slowly: the Blue Lynx's fist smashed into the side of his head, spinning him to the ground. As he tried to get up, Erin planted her knee into his chin, lifting him off his knees and onto his back. She checked to see that he was down before turning to Margot and removing her gag.
"Blue Lynx," she sighed, her face full of emotion, her eyes almost brimming with tears. "Thank God..."
"It's okay," Erin said, stroking her friend's hair. "I'm gonna get you out of this."
"That... fiend..." Margot panted. "He almost made me... come..."
For her friend's sake, Erin ignored this comment and began untying the ropes holding up Margot's arms. She had gotten about halfway through the main knot when she heard a high-pitched whistle.
Erin turned around. It was Randy, of course, now standing halfway between Margot's scaffold and the still-raging fire, flanked by the demon and the werewolf. The werewolf had his thick arms wrapped around Thunder Girl, her body writhing furiously. In her peripheral vision, Erin could see the vampire rising to his feet and looking to join the mass of villains.
"Shit," Erin groaned, her fingers frantically working at Margot's wrists.
"Now listen here, Steele girl," Randy drawled. "Yuv messed with the ritual quite enough. Time fer you to go back to yer post so we can continue."
"I don't think so," Erin spat. "You'd have to kill me, first."
Randy shook his head. "We're gonna kill you second, missy. First we gotta get you to climax. The ritual requires your feminine energy."
Erin unlooped the last ropes from Margot's arms. "Come and get me, you freaks," she said, dropping down to her friend's feet.
"Alright, then," Randy said, gesturing at the demon and vampire. The goons nodded and began to march, unhurried, toward the two spandex-clad girls trying to get into fighting position.
"Erin," Margot cried. "They're coming!"
"I know!" Erin replied. "I just need... a few seconds..." From behind Margot's calves, she could see the thugs closing the gap. That word... that horrible word... momentarily crossed her mind. She had to hold back the hopelessness, somehow... she had to focus on the immediate task... she had to just get this last bond... undone...
"I'm free!" Margot shouted, leaping off the scaffold. Erin jumped to her feet just in time to meet the demon and the vampire. In near perfect synchronicity, the girls flung uppercuts into their attackers, catching two different chins. The monsters stumbled back, and the Blue Lynx and the Black Bobcat were on them immediately, directing flurries of punches and kicks at their flailing forms. As if inspired by their charge, Thunder Girl cracked her head against the werewolf's face. Soon, she too was unrestrained and on the attack. There were, thus, three unshackled superheroines, one for each of the three thugs. The odds were finally even, and after just a few minutes of intense combat, the girls looked down at a trio of unconscious goons.
Erin smiled, put her hands on her hips, and looked up at Randy. He was standing apart from fray, as usual, but no longer so cocky: he had dropped his book to the ground, and his face wore a mask of combined hatred and panic.
"Well, who wants him?" Thunder Girl asked, pointing at the frightened old man.
Erin laughed. "If you don't mind, ladies... this would really make my Halloween."
Margot and Thunder Girl grinned at her.
The Blue Lynx cracked her knuckles and walked toward her new prey. He was running now, trying to escape into the woods, but the superheroine wasn't concerned: she was younger, faster, and stronger than him. He had tried to take her "feminine energy" through his ridiculous ritual and had failed miserably; he had discovered her secret identity and humiliated her; now it was Erin's turn to take something from him. She didn't know yet how she'd protect herself and Margot, in the future-- how she'd guarantee that the small army of people who knew the Blue Lynx's face would keep their mouths shut-- but right now, that hardly mattered. What mattered at this exact point was... revenge.
She would take her time with this one, and do it right.
Randy was doomed.
THE END
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