Genre: Sci-Fi
Andrea Carlin made herself into the superheroine Overgrow in an effort to save the man she loved. She failed. Taking her first steps to love again, she begins dating the handsome Lee. But is she so strong now she must become weak to keep his love?
“You!” Magmar screeched, pointing a smoldering finger at Overgrow. “It’s your fault I’m here! I’m taking you down, and I’m taking him with me!”
Andrea wasn’t surprised to see who Magmar meant by “him.” It was assistant public defender Lee Seneca, the most junior public defender, which made him the one who consistently drew the cases of supervillains. Magmar had wrapped one steaming arm around Seneca’s neck. Andrea could see what looked like elongated metal handcuffs on her wrists, but with molten metal in the area nearest her hands, and the chains between the shackles melted. She recognized them as the remains of one part of a set of power inhibitor bonds on the wrist of the arm holding Seneca. Normally, the inhibitor bonds would have covered the wearer’s hands. Andrea had designed the inhibitor technology police now used to restrain supervillains like Magmar. The bonds were supposed to safely redirect energy powers from their intended target. How Magmar had been able to power up and melt the bonds, Andrea didn’t know. At the moment, it didn’t matter.
Magmar pointed her free hand to the ground. The earth shook. A spike of rock extended up to the height of the window where she was. She dove out, dragging Seneca with her.
The strain of what Magmar was doing showed on Seneca’s face. Andrea could see his skin getting redder. She knew it could be from either being dragged by the neck or how hot Magmar’s body temperature was becoming.
Dropping to her knees, Andrea grew to 120 feet tall. That gave her the reach she needed to swing her right arm hard enough to cause the projecting rock to vibrate. Magmar lost her balance as well as her grip on Seneca, who plummeted off the side of the ziggurat of stone.
Andrea somersaulted, shrinking as she did. Dropping to 50 feet tall, she sat under the plunging Seneca, who fell into the Overgrow costume’s plunging neckline.
Andrea smiled as she looked down into her cleavage. “You all right, Mr. Seneca?’
After Seneca glanced around, he smiled up at Overgrow. “Never better!”
The superheroine was already looking up at Magmar. The villainess was glowing red-hot, positioning her arms to fire some sort of blast at Overgrow.
Confident, Andrea simply raised her arm as Magmar’s lava blast sprayed out at her. As Andrea expected, it had no effect on her. Using her massive hand to surround the villainess, she stood up awkwardly. Andrea held Magmar up as high as she could, minimizing her contact with the source of her power.
“Amazing! How can you stand up to her lava blasts like that?”
Andrea smiled down at Seneca. “I’ll explain it sometime.” She wrapped her other hand around the one holding Magmar. “I’m afraid I have both hands full with this handful, Mr. Seneca. I’ll need to leave you where you are for a while. Is that OK?”
Seneca grinned goofily. “Absolutely!” Andrea thought he was trying a little too hard to sound calm.
It was only about six minutes before police arrived with an inhibitor cage to contain Magmar. Andrea tossed her into the cage through its open top.
Andrea slid a finger between her boobs and beneath Seneca, gently lifting him out. “Thank you for being a gentleman in there.”
Seneca shrugged. “I didn’t want to wind up facing some sort of criminal charge for what I did in there, but it was certainly the biggest temptation I’ve ever faced!”
Andrea chuckled lightly. She looked around the area. She pointed to a rooftop immediately to the north of the building housing the public defender office. “Can I talk to you up there for a moment?”
“Sure.” Seneca looked confused.
Andrea shot up to 500 feet, placed a foot over the building, then shrank to Overgrow’s usual height of six-foot-four. As she reduced, she placed Seneca near her on the roof.
Seneca straightened his clothing, standing his full six-foot-two. “So, what’s up?”
Andrea stood in front of him, looking awkward. She flipped her hair back over her ear. “Are you free tonight?”
Seneca blinked his eyes three times. “Yeah. I mean, yes, I am.”
Andrea reached into a hidden pocket in the Overgrow costume’s cape. She handed its contents to Seneca. “Come to this address tonight at 6:30. If you want to, that is.”
Seneca looked at her, his eyes wide. “Overgrow, are you asking me out on a date?”
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Mac Rome is a lifelong resident of the Great Lakes region of the United States. He’s experienced life in the Appalachian foothills, along the Ohio river and in the flatlands of the former Great Black Swamp, and in large cities, small towns and rural areas. He’s a student of ancient lore and mythology and a lover of cultural exploration, history and dialects. He writes fantasy, science fiction and romance.
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