Chapter Six
June 17th, 12:04 AM
Margot stared into Sunny's eyes, her hands on her hips, her heart racing from the quick skirmish with the guards. This was hardly the first time the two women had faced off, and though the young heroine pulsed with nervous energy, she wasn't afraid. Still, there was a crucial difference between this time and the encounters before: usually, the Black Bobcat could count on the Blue Lynx to do some-- okay, most-- of the fighting. Tonight, with Erin out of commission, Margot had to do it all by herself. As she looked at her bound friend, a true picture of helplessness in her black dress, with mysterious cords attached to her breasts and inner thighs, she could feel her teeth grinding.
"What are you doing to her?" Margot said.
Sunny flicked her head back at Erin. "Who, this bitch?" She again locked eyes with Margot. "She's been snooping around. Trespassing. On private property. And I'm trying to find out why."
Erin's outfit had been too skimpy for a tracker, but sitting in the car, Margot hadn't been worried about her friend. Tonight didn't seem like a "real" superheroine outing, what with Erin in civilian clothes, and the Blue Lynx having been "on sabbatical" for so long. She didn't expect Erin to get into trouble: after all, it was just a party, right? But the hours had flown by. It was 8, 9, 10... The partygoers had started to leave. At 11, Margot stepped into her costume. By 11:30, she was inside the house, sneaking down the hallways. She would've never known where Erin was if she hadn't heard a scream piercing through the hardwood floor.
"She's torturing me, Black Bobcat," Erin cried. "Zapping me with that... machine."
Margot couldn't tell if the extra bit of pitifulness in her friend's voice was an act. But either way, she was clearly in pain, had obviously been beaten. Margot had to defeat Sunny and get Erin free. Now.
"So, this is how you treat guests?" Margot said. "Well then, considered this party crashed." It wasn't a great one-liner-- she was still working on those. But it would do.
Sunny smiled. "It's weird to see you alone, Black Bitch. Where's your big sister? I haven't seen her in the news lately." Her smile widened. "Has that new guy, the Spaniel, scared her off?"
Margot could almost feel Erin's frustration from across the room. "The Blue Lynx is fine," she said. "She's taking the night off. Wants me to go out on, uh, some solo missions."
Sunny squinted her eyes. "And you decided to just come here tonight, hmm? You just happened to be in the area, wanted to see what Mr. Hammerson was up to? Here, I'll give you an update: he's still in a FUCKING COMA. Because of you and your bitch of a partner."
Margot knew she should just end this. She didn't have to keep talking to Sunny-- she could easily run up, knock her over, and cut Erin loose. But being here, now, on her own, facing down an evildoer, and with Erin watching... It was kind of thrilling. She had never gotten the chance to engage with a villain in such a classic way. She wanted to relish it, at least for another minute or two. All that training to replace Erin: what was the point of it if she couldn't enjoy a moment like this?
"Well, technically, it was Steve who did the coma thing," Margot said, a slight giggle entering her voice. "I'm not sorry, at any rate. Brent Hammerson is a monster. He got what he deserved."
"No!" Sunny growled. "Brent is a hero. It is you, you and the Blue Lynx, who are the true enemies of society. Running around at night, twitching your pert little asses, acting all sassy and tough... Why, you're no better than this spoiled brat!" She gestured wildly at Erin. "Just a couple of arrogant bitches with a totally phony idea of the world. You have no clue. No fucking clue at all."
"I don't know, Sunny," Margot said. "I've seen the drug houses. The thugs. It all seems pretty real, to me. It's hard to deny that Hammerson is scum."
She was really enjoying this-- no wonder Erin couldn't get enough of it.
Sunny's face was turning red. "You... you... You're just as annoying as the Blue Lynx. I can't wait till I get a chance to beat that smug smile off your face."
Margot crossed her arms and grinned. "I'd like to see you try. See, while the Blue Lynx has been taking a break, I've been working out. Training hard. I'm just as tough as she is, now. I've seen her cream you dozens of times. Tonight, it looks like it's my turn--"
"BLACK BOBCAT!" Erin screamed. "BEHIND YOU!"
Before Margot could react, the fist ran into her skull. Instantly, there was pain, and disorientation, and splotches of black. She sensed herself coming to the ground. She wasn't unconscious, but she could hardly move. She couldn't speak, and could barely see. She felt fingers digging into her biceps, pulling her up to her feet. She watched as her purple boots dragged on the ground in front of her, the heels bouncing around on the cement floor. She heard Sunny's laughter, and the chuckles of the thugs, and felt her body being pushed roughly into a chair. Her head lolled on its shoulders as her arms were pulled behind her, her legs spread apart. There was a sudden burning sensation in her wrists, a cutting feeling. Rope. They were tying her up. She was being bound to a chair, next to Erin, and she couldn't fight back, couldn't protest, could only watch through hazy, wandering eyes as the two thugs, back from the dead, completed their work, stepped away from her, watched her with bright, satisfied expressions.
"Ugh," she mumbled. "Arghh..."
The stream of sound that was Sunny's voice began to break apart into separate words, phrases.
"So tough... Talk, talk, talk... Blue Lynx... I could see them... BAM... Distracting you the whole time... And now you're mine... All mine... Black Bobcat..."
And Margot felt the thumping pain in her head accelerated to the boisterous sound of Sunny's cackling laughter.
On to Chapter Seven
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