Plan 8 From Outer Space


Part 5




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The story so far...

16-year old Lisa Reed, locked up for arson, has broken out of borstal using the amazing powers given to her by mysterious extraterrestrials. On the way out, she smashed up everything in her path - stone, metal and men - with her unfathomable super strength. Now outside, she discovered she's invulnerable to fire, poison gas and even a hail of bullets.

After ripping apart a hastily-assembled mini-army of police and specialist marksmen, she found herself alone at last. Her solitude proves short-lived, however, as she barely has time to wipe the blood and oil off her stunning face and body before her super-sensitive hearing detects the noise of an approaching fleet of helicopters... 

 

Part 5

Why can't these fuckers just leave me alone? Haven't they seen what I've just done to the last bunch of bastards who pissed me off? I mean, I've had what... all of about three minutes to myself to try and work out what the hell I'm going to do with this incredible new body and they're back to pester me again! What've I got to do to convince them to stay away? Kill every last fucking one of them? Hmm, now that I think about it, that might actually work...

It's amazing how well I can see and hear now. Those helicopters are still a long way off but I can just stand here and zoom in on the nearest one and see the guys sitting up front. They're shining some kind of spotlight on to the ground, but whatever it's lighting up right now is hidden behind maybe three or four rows of houses. I get glimpses of the light reflecting off the roofs every time they fly over another street.

There's no doubt about it, they're headed my way. I guess the spotlight is so they can find me. Well, I've got news for them. It's not needed. I can see them just fine without it. In fact, I'm going to tell them. I'll have to shout if they're going to hear me above the racket of all those engines. Not a problem for me, because I can just tune out the noise, but they can't. So I'll cup my hands around my mouth, take a deep breath and -

What was that? All the dead leaves and bits of litter in the street all around me just left the ground and started to fly at me! That top of that tree over there seemed to lean towards me for a second too. Or did I imagine that? Maybe. I've seen so much freaky shit this evening I'm starting to believe anything's possible. Must've just been a strange gust of wind. I've got to calm down and think straight... So hard with all this noise! Those fucking helicopters with their stupid fucking light!

Oh yeah. That's what I was doing. Taking a deep breath to shout at those bastards. Here goes. Nice and loud:

"Oi! Turn that fucking light off!"

Awesome! All the windows in the street shook with my words. A couple of them smashed! The light shining down onto the roofs over there quivered a bit too. Did I also see the lead helicopter shaking for a moment as I finished shouting? I'm pretty sure I did, but that would be amazing! I mean if I could make it wobble in the air when it was that far away just with my voice...

One thing I am certain about. That irritating light is still on. It's passing over the nearest set of roofs now. It'll be lighting up the street I'm on in a few seconds. Didn't they hear me? Maybe I should say it again? I'll do it a bit louder this time, and keep my eye on the copter to see if it moves. Right then, a really deep breath...

Shit! It's happening again! All the little bits of paper and stuff on the street is hurtling right at me! That tree is bending towards me again. Wait a moment, all the trees are leaning towards me! Oh shit! That metal litter bin just tore free of the ground. It's flying straight for me... Oh fuck, it's going to smack right into my face...

Wait a moment! So what if it does smack my face? It's not going to hurt, is it? I mean, nothing hurts any more! That's what the "voice" said. And none of the bullets or anything that have hit me tonight have hurt... So I've got nothing to fear from a litter bin. I'll just let it smash into me and bounce off like everything else...

Oh. It's not going to hit me after all. It's crashed down to the ground a couple of yards in front of me. It's rolling a bit, but it's slowing down... It'll barely even reach my feet... Look at that! All the litter and leaves have stopped flying at me too. It's all just settling back down to the ground again. The trees aren't bent anymore either...

Something weird's going on here. It was like a gale appeared out of nowhere and started to blow everything at me and then just stopped. That's twice now: before, when I was getting ready to shout at the helicopter the first time and again just now as I was about to shout again...

Oh my god, I've just realised something! No way! That can't be it... can it? Those freak winds... everything flying towards my face.... they couldn't have been caused by me just taking a really deep breath, could they? Is that another amazing thing I can do now? I've got to find -"

"What the hell is going on down there?"

Who was that? Someone shouted... it was coming from behind my left shoulder... Who the fuck is shouting at me? I'll spin around... There's a couple of houses... Can't see anyone... Ah, yes. There! In the dark behind that smashed window-pane. A man's face. It must've been him.

"Mind your own fucking business!" I call up to him, but not loud enough to shake any windows.

"Did you smash my window?" he yells back, angrily. How fucking dare he get angry with me! It's not my fault his window broke when I shouted at that helicopter. Who the fuck does he think he is? I'm looking around on the ground for a stone or something to throw at the bastard. Why is there never one when you really need it? There's nothing on this street but cars parked on either side...

A car! I threw a car about half-a-mile easily enough earlier. I should be able to throw one at this bastard's window. Let's see... that red one looks ideal... now, what's the best way of picking up something so big. Maybe I should walk round to the front where it's not so wide. No, I can't be bothered. I'll try like this: just reaching down and getting one hand under the side then lifting it...

Oh! I love this! Being so strong! It's awesome seeing the way the whole car tips sideways as I lift one edge of it and at the same time feeling hardly any strain in my arm. It's just so easy, like the whole car weighs about as much as a small cup of water. My arm's straight out in front of my shoulder now, the car at a forty-five degree angle, and I know I could stand like this, holding it, all night if I want to.

But I haven't got all night. Those helicopters are getting closer all the time. I just wish everybody would leave me alone for a few minutes so I could try out some more of what my amazing "new" body can do. Why won't they leave me alone? That searchlight is already lighting up the street I'm on, making a yellow circle on the tarmac and concrete about a hundred yards away.

"What the hell are you doing to that car?"

Oh shit! I forgot about the bastard at the window. What's it to him what I'm doing with this car? Hey! I also forgot about the car! I mean, I'm standing here, holding half of it in the air, and I actually almost forgot I was doing it - that's how effortless it is! I'm so strong!

"Oi! Leave that car alone!"

I don't believe this arsehole! Shit, here comes the first chopper. That fucking light is going to be right in my face any second and I can't even fucking deal with it yet, because some idiot has to pick an argument with me. Right, I'm going just jab my free hand into the bottom of the car and hopefully, I can just raise it over my head like.... this! So easy! It made a sort of creaking noise and I thought it wouldn't balance, but I just compensated effortlessly with my arms.

Now, Mr. Rude-fucker-in-the-window, maybe this will make you shut up. OK, Lisa. Arms back a little then THROW THE FUCKER!

Yes! Bull's eye!

The car just rocketed straight through not only the window but also most of the wall around it. The whole front of the house started to collapse and then the petrol exploded and the top floor blew all over the street. A couple of bricks shot out and hit me, on the cheek and the shoulder, but they just shattered. I didn't feel much. There's just a big pile of bricks where the house was now. Can't see the car. Oh wait, I think that's a bit of it sticking out over there... It's all still on fire...

Good. That'll teach him not to shout at me. And just in time, because here comes that circle of light. Yup, here I am, boys... The bastards! I just wanted a few minutes to myself, but they just don't fucking care what I want. Well, I'm going to teach them not to stop me getting what I want in future. Why can't they just switch off that stupid fucking light and go home?

Actually, the light isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. I was sure it was going to be really dazzling, but I must've adjusted to it instantly, because I can look straight into it comfortably enough. I can even see what's in the darkness immediately behind the lamp. It's a man, sitting with his feet out of the door. He's got something on his lap but I can't see more than a tiny glimpse of black from this angle.

There's something near his mouth too... it's a headset. I can zoom in and see it better. Hmmm.... I like a guy with a little bit of stubble like this one. He's pretty much my type actually. He's all serious, listening to something. Must be his earpiece. I've got to try and tune out the noise of all the helicopter engines and focus on the sound from that headphone. It's tricky because it's all coming from the same direction, but... hang on.... yes! I think I can do it!

"-to a minimum."

What does that mean? Wait. No time for that now, handsome guy is about to speak.

"We're coming up on her now, sir."

Oh, I like his voice too! I hope he lands. I want to see the rest of him!

"Dropping now, sir."

Dropping? Does that mean he is going to land? What's that? He's just chucked something out. It's not very big... about the size of a pear... is that what he meant by "dropping"? That's disappointing. There's something familiar about that thing, though...

Oh my god! It's a grenade! And he's tossed it so it's going to come down more-or-less right on my head. Do I run? It's probably too late, but I'm not scared anyway. I've gone through enough explosions without getting hurt not to be scared of them anymore.

No, I'm not scared. But I am pissed off. Pissed off that the guy I thought looked alright has turned out to be a complete bastard who drops fucking grenades on girls' heads before he's even said "hello". Pissed off because once again, instead of leaving me alone, a bunch of men has turned up to try and fucking kill me. And pissed off because that thing is going to land and explode any fucking second and I haven't got another one to throw back.

Maybe I could try and catch the one that's falling and chuck it back. I can judge where it's coming down... just a step that way... cup my hands underneath it... yeah! This is going to be eas-

Oh.

About fifty little pieces of sharp metal just smacked me in the face. Felt like rain to me, but for an instant just before they hit I was pretty nervous. I shouldn't have been. Nothing can hurt me now. That's getting to be pretty obvious. I mean, that grenade blew up just as it was about to land in my waiting hands. It exploded, literally, in my face. I was bathed in white-hot flame and it just seemed to get a bit warm for a while, nothing more.

I just glanced downwards for a moment and noticed that there's a small piece of twisted, smoking shrapnel sticking out of my big cleavage. Other than that there's not a tiny mark on the perfect round skin of my chest, just some dust. I reach with my left hand and extract the smouldering metal between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it like dough and then dropping it before I brush the dust off the shelf of my breasts.

"Target wholly intact."

That's handsome-guy's voice. He must be reporting back, the fucking arsehole. What's he think he's going to do now? Drop two fucking grenades on me? And does he expect me to just stand here and wait for him to do it? What the hell does he think this is? 'Lisa, we've never met before but I was wondering if you could just stand there and do nothing while I make several attempts to kill you?' Well, he's picked on the wrong fucking girl for that! No way am I going to just stand here and let him try again.

Let's see... what do I have for that bastard? The grenade must've blown up all the cars around me. There's nothing but burnt out bits of car-frame at the sides of the road nearest me. It didn't seem like that big an explosion when I was standing in the centre of it...

There's a car that looks more-or-less intact. About twenty yards away. I'm not walking over to it, I'm running. I'm there. I'm bending down, grabbing the underside of the car, lifting it. I snatch at the freshly exposed underneath with my other hand. I'm way off-balance with my hand-holds, but the bulk is so easy to manoeuvre once I've got it above my head that it doesn't matter.

The only problem is that with the car looming above me, I can't actually see where the helicopter is. So, I lower my arms, stretching them to one side so that I'm holding the car out beside me, rather than over me. It doesn't feel any heavier like this. And it means I can instantly spot the copter. Plus, I can toss the car better from this position. A little swing of my arms to the left... the car lurches with me. Now, a big swing to the right and... Release!

The helicopter is quite high, but I can see the car's rising and rising in a straight line towards it. Pretty-boy is shouting "Move! Move!" but I can see from here already that it's too late for him. Maybe we could have been friends if he hadn't dropped a fucking grenade on me. Now he's getting what he deserves.

Wow. That's quite a bang. There's a twin fireball in the sky. At least that's the end of that fucking searchlight. Here comes the debris, raining down now. A bit of propeller or something lands a few yards from me. A big crash behind me. I turn around and there's the skeletal frame of a helicopter, black and bent, still on fire, just a yard from me. No sign of the arsehole. I bet he doesn't look so handsome now!

People are running out of the houses all up and down the street in pyjamas and night-clothes. They're all shouting at each other. Why don't they just shut up! They keep yelling and pointing at the flames and at the sky because the other helicopters are arriving now. Haven't these idiots ever seen a copter before?

"Hey! Do you know what's happening?" That's some woman, screeching at me in semi-panic. What am I? A public information service?

"Mind your own fucking business!" I tell her. It's really annoying. More and more people are spilling out, shouting and moving around. I wish they'd all just fuck off away from me. They keep distracting me from the helicopters. I tune out the sounds of over-excited voices and ignore the chaos on the ground all around me and look up at the sky to check on the choppers.

They seem to be spreading out, keeping their distance. Maybe they've finally got the message not to fuck with me. Then again, perhaps I should find a car now and pick it up ready just in case I have to show them again... Let me check... the nearest one is over there, and there's two more up the street on the other side if I need them I think... It's just so hard to see with all these people moving about all over the place... I'll turn around and see if there are any cars behind me that I can throw...

I can't believe it! Are there more helicopters coming from the other direction as well? They're in the sky whatever direction I look! No, wait... Isn’t that the one I saw over the other end of the street a moment ago? It is! I recognise the number on the tail. I don’t know how I remember that… I’ve never remembered those kind of details in the past but maybe that’s just another part of me that’s been improved…

But, if that copter was over there before and now it’s over there… they’re not spreading out! They’re just flying in a circle around me. Like fucking vultures or something. What’s it going to take to get them to leave me alone? I’m definitely going to get that car. Where was it? Ah, yeah. Over there. There's a small crowd of people milling around in front of it as I walk over.

"Get out of my way!" I shout at them. I love the power of my voice now! As soon as I started yelling, everyone I could see put their hands over their ears. Some windows on the houses rattled and the people in front of me staggered back. A couple who were right in line with me when I shouted actually seemed to be knocked backwards like they were shoved - hard. Their backs slam into the car I'm trying to get to and they slump down right next to it. But at least they've all stopped shouting now.

Everyone's staring at me. What's their fucking problem? I'm still walking towards the car, but now it's like I've got an audience studying my every move. There's a guy just standing there, gawping at me with his mouth hanging open. I'm looking right at him, but he doesn't seemed to have even noticed. Ah, that's why. He's not looking at my face: he's looking at my chest. Well, not so much "looking", more "drooling over". How dare he ogle me so blatantly?

"Hey, perv!" I say, not so loud that he has to cover his ears or gets knocked back by the force of my voice, but loud enough that everyone around can hear. "Haven't you ever seen a woman before? Why don't you just pull your cock out and have a wank while you’re at it?"

The guy looks embarrassed. He glances down at himself, and I follow his eyes and... I can see his erection tenting out the bottom half of his pyjamas. Having that kind of instant effect on men is not something I'm used to. I'm not sure I like it. Certainly not on this ugly, staring bastard. Oh god, he’s actually smiling at me now. Like he’s saying “I know you can see it, isn’t it great?” He’s not making any attempt to hide it or anything.

The guy is really unnerving me. I’m going to show the fucker just how wonderful I think he and his stupid prick are. I take a couple of steps towards him, and he just stands there, grinning, so fucking pleased with himself. I’m going to kick him where his brains are - in his crotch. I lift my foot between his legs, pretty hard. I can hear everything crunching as the arch of my foot hits him, and keeps going. I can feel bones just collapsing as I drive my toes up towards his torso.

The shock on his face is amazing, but I only get to see it for a split-second. The force of my kick has lifted him completely from the street. As my leg comes back down, he’s just rising and rising, flying backwards away from me. He’s not even screaming. Maybe he’s already dead. He’s turning in the air now, just about to disappear from sight over those roofs over there…

Someone’s screaming behind me. Now they’re all running again, trying to get away from me. I turn back towards the car I want to pick up and throw. A man crashes into a fat woman about five yards ahead of me, and the impact sends him reeling, staggering right into my path.

“Move!” I say, using my right arm to just shove him aside. I don’t push him hard, but it’s enough to make him fly for a couple of yards before he comes down and rolls helplessly into a fence. The street between me and the car is clear now, except for the two people slumped by the side of the vehicle. Everyone’s running and screaming behind me. I ignore them as I move towards the car.

It’s a man and a woman lying against the car. “Out of my way!” I shout at them as I get close. The woman looks up, sees me and screams. She starts to shuffle to the side. The man isn’t moving at all. His eyes are closed, so I have to do the moving for him. I bend down, grab him by the neck and fling him to the side. He rockets away from me. I’m not looking but I hear the “Slap!” as he hits the side of a house. Meanwhile the woman is still scuffling sideways, just screaming and screaming.

She’s almost out of reach, but when I stretch low, I just manage to get a hold of her ankle. Her cries get even louder, but I can still hear the crunch as I wrap my fingers around the bottom of her leg. I stand up, pulling the leg up with me so that her whole body is just dangling from the end of my arm. I’m still amazed by how light she feels, but I’ve got to get the screaming bitch away from me before she drives me completely insane, so I just toss her aside by her leg and watch as she goes spinning away over the houses on the far side of the street, her yells getting quieter and quieter as she soars away.

At last! Finally, I can get to the car. Now I can start taking care of those fucking helicopters. I’ll just reach for the top of the wheel-arch…

Oh! A bang behind me! Turn around, quick…

What the fuck is that?

It’s like a… like a mini space-rocket… fuck, it’s coming fast...

Oh! I felt that! In the centre of my flat belly. A bit like getting hit by a pillow. The bang was so loud though! It felt quite hot for a while, but not uncomfortable. I couldn’t see anything but bright flames for a second or so but I can see fine now. What’s this now? Hundreds and hundreds of tiny black rocks pouring down on me, bouncing off my head and my shoulders and the front of my big proud bust. A bit of car… I know! It’s the debris thrown up by the explosion now coming back to the ground...

I recognise the pieces of the car I was about to pick up. And the black bits? Of course! They’re bits of road. And, no wonder! There’s a massive hole in the road right in front of me! It must be three yards across and two yards deep. The lip of it passes right in front of my toes. That thing… that rocket... it must’ve ripped the ground up. But it didn’t even make me move an inch. The road under my feet and behind me is covered in little black rocks, but it’s not been torn up. My body must’ve shielded it from the blast. My indestructible body with it’s perfect arms and legs and tiny waist and its great big, round tits that stand so high and my lovely face with its sexy pouty lips stopped a rocket!

I can’t get over it! That’s me now. A perfect woman that even fucking missiles can’t scratch. There’s nothing, nothing that those fuckers in the helicopters can do to hurt me. But I can throw cars and kill them. And when I run out of cars, I’ll think of something else. Because every single one of those bastards is going to pay for trying to kill me. I mean, they’re shooting fucking rockets at me! I’m a sixteen year old girl for fuck’s sake!

But I’m not the little girl in an institution that they can push around any more. You can’t tell me what to do now. I can’t be locked up any more. You can’t bully me. Things have changed. I’m the one doing the pushing around now. It’s payback time, fuckers. You can hit me all you want with your sticks and bullets and missiles. There’s not a single thing you can do to stop me taking out every last fucking one of you…

I need something to throw! There’s nothing much left of the car I was about to grab when I heard that missile being fired. I’ll have to go for the one over there. At least there’s no more stupid people running around and screaming in my path. Now they’re all running around screaming some distance behind me. Well, not all of them… I can see a couple of bits of bodies dotted around the street. I guess the exploding rocket must’ve hurt them a lot more than it hurt me. Well, that’s what they get for bugging me!

Now, let me just grab this car. This is going to be for the fuckers who fired that rocket. Which of the helicopters was it? They’re all moving all the time… ah, yes. That one. You guys in there are about to get a fu-

Oh no! The same bastards have fired again! Here it comes, right at me… Looks like a giant prick coming straight for me. No time to grab the car and throw it before it hits... Those fuckers are really going to pay for th-

Ohhh! Right in the centre of my chest! Impact all over the front of my body, then warmth everywhere. Something bouncing off the underside of my left breast. Smoke pouring up from my cleavage. That wasn’t actually unpleasant. A bit like being briefly felt up by a guy who’s being gentle. I’m covered in dust though. Oh. And now half a ton of road fragments is coming down on top of me. I have to brush them off my head, my shoulders, the top of my chest…

Yuck! I’m covered in little bits of dirt. My tits are so big and firm, it’s like they make a little table under my chin. My ultra-tight sleeveless top covers the front of them, but all that flesh exposed by the low, low neckline is filthy. Trying to brush the crap off only gets rid of the biggest pieces. If I rub anymore, I’m just going to smear all the dust onto my skin. For fuck’s sake! I only just cleaned the last lot of dirt off! These bastards won’t even let me stay clean for thirty seconds…

I’ve got to stop the fuckers firing any more of those rockets at me. Enough is enough. Ah, shit! The car I was about to throw at them has been completely destroyed. There’s nothing at all left but a few bits of black metal. None of them look big enough to do any damage if I chuck them at that helicopter. This is getting really annoying! Every time I’m about to pick up a car to chuck it, those bastards blow it up and cover me with crap in the process.

Oh well, I’m just going to have to try with one of the larger chunks of road-fragments. Is that the biggest one I can find? It’s barely larger than my fist… I’ll have to throw it really hard to make up for its lack of size. Now, where’s the helicopter that fired those two rockets? Come on, where are you?.... No, not that one… Ah, yes, up there! Right then. Time to find out if a small rock can bring down a big chopper. I’ll pull my arm right back and then chuck it as hard as I can.

Oh! It made a bang as it left my hand. Wow! I really did throw it fast… and dead-on target to. Here we go… Well, I definitely heard it hit from here. In fact… it’s gone right through! I can see the rock, still on the same trajectory after it burst out of the other side of the machine. But it didn’t explode. The chopper’s wobbling about though. What’s going on? I’ll zoom in to get a better view…

Ah, no wonder! Eeuch! The rock went right through the pilot. There’s blood everywhere inside the cockpit. He’s slumped forward now. The helicopter’s gone into a dive. The other guys in there are screaming and trying to pull the body off the controls, but I don’t think they’ve got enough time. It’s headed straight for those roofs over there…. It’s so loud! They’re still fighting with the pilot’s corpse… Oh. Too late!

Wow, what an explosion! Two houses just disappeared behind a massive fireball. It’s clearing now. There’s rubble spewing down all over the street. Here comes a big chunk of wall, falling right on top of me. I felt that! The bricks just smashed as they hit my skull though and bits of them are falling all around my feet. I’m not even impressed by that anymore.

The flames where the chopper hit are dying down. There’s hardly anything left of the two houses it crashed on…. I did all that with just a little rock… Fantastic! I mean, those bastards fired two fucking rockets at me without even scratching me, and I’ve killed them all and destroyed two houses with nothing but a little chunk of tarmac. I’m so powerful!

This is great. I don’t need a car to bring down a helicopter… just a rock will do! And there’s plenty of those lying about… I’ll pick up another one… Yes, this one’s almost as big as the last one. Now to chose a target. There’s still so many of those fucking machines buzzing around in the sky like insects. I’ll just pick one… Let’s see… Who’s gonna die next… Oh, this is fun!

That one! Here goes… arm back and throw! Another perfect shot! Right through the windshield and out of the roof! The two guys in front got covered in glass fragments… they’re yelling and bleeding… but they’re still alive. The helicopter fell a bit but it’s stable again now. The pilot must’ve regained control. Shit! I’ll have to try again. Is there another nice rock around on the ground?...

Uh-oh! I know that sound! Another rocket’s been fired. Where is it… ah, behind me. No time to do anything before -

Oh crap! I’m covered in debris again. The thing hit the street about two yards in front of me. There’s an enormous new hole in the ground where it struck, big enough to drop a car in, with thick smoke still rising from it. The explosion just ripped up the road and tossed it half into the air and half at the front of my body. Everything big that hit me bounced off of course, and the heat just washed over me pleasantly enough like the last couple of times, but there’s dust and small fragments in my hair, on my face, my arms, my body and all over my bust again.

“You bastards!” I scream at the helicopter that fired the last missile. My voice is so loud, it even surprises me. All the windows that were still intact at this end of the street have shattered now. The chopper shook from side to side for a few seconds as the power of my voice hit it. If only I could shout loud enough to make it crash! Throwing rocks doesn’t seem to work every time. But I have to do something. I can’t just let those fuckers keep shooting at me…

There’s plenty of rocks to throw on the ground now. I shake my head to dislodge all the debris in my hair. Some bits go shooting off to the side with amazing speed, but I’m still coated with dust and muck. There isn’t a rag I can wipe myself with anywhere that I can see. Then again, I suppose any rags around here would have been vaporised by all the explosions…

I do my best to brush as much of the crap off my chest and my top as I can, then I bend down to select a rock for throwing. There’s plenty of fresh rubble from the last rocket-hit… there’s a good one. Now, where’s the helicopter that just fired at me… Which one is it?...

Hey! Where’s the one whose windscreen I smashed? Oh. It’s all the way over there! It’s not circling anymore…. it’s flying away! The fuckers! No way am I going to let them just waltz away after what they tried to do to me. I hurl the rock in my hand as hard as I can at the back of the retreating machine. There’s a boom as it shoots away and a distant “Clank!” as it hits the helicopter, followed immediately by the faint sound of glass breaking…

The rock must’ve gone right through the whole thing from the back and come out of one of the front side windows. I don’t think a cannon could have thrown that little chunk of road with so much power! And I must’ve hit something - or rather someone - because it’s going into a dive. The engine is getting whinier and whinier as it plummets now. It’s going to come down a couple of streets away… Oh, wow! I could feel the ground shake as it hit… There’s a ball of flame rising above the houses over there, lighting up the night sky. I can hear the sound of a wall collapsing too. And screaming. Lots and lots of screaming…

Another bang in the sky behind me! They still haven't worked out that those stupid missiles don't have any effect on me. I'm really getting pissed off with this. I'm only turning around to get a look at the chopper that fired it so I can make sure it's the next one to become a fireball. I couldn't give shit about the rocket that's zooming at me. All it's going to do is make a big bang, surround me with fire and throw loads of rocks and bits of metal at me. It's getting boring now...

Here it comes. Right into my face. The fucking bastards. The noise was tremendous and now there's fire everywhere but it felt more like one of those fuckers just leant out the side of his helicopter and spat at me than a missile exploding. There was this big "Clang!" as the nose of the thing smacked my right cheekbone, then a boom like thunder only much louder, then all those flames. Now there's the usual rain of bits of street, all over my head and the front of my body once more. At least there's not so much of it this time. I guess because the rocket hit me so high up, it didn't get to do so much damage to the road.

I'll look down to confirm and, yes, only a small scoop has been torn out of the street in front of me. Most of that seems to have ended up all over the front of my top. I'm getting completely fed up with picking bits of debris out of my cleavage. The top of my tits is still dusty even though I've brushed it twice now with my hand. Ach! This is so annoying! If I spend much longer trying to get the muck off me, I'm going to lose track of the bastards that just shot off that thing. Where are they now?...

Ah, over there. They're flying away from me. If I don't act quick, they might get away. Oh no they fucking won't! I need a rock... there's only little bits around here... I'll try up the street.... nothing here.... Shit! That helicopter getting further from me by the second... Finally! Found one. Right. Got to make this one count...

Hmmm... The ones that have worked best so far are the ones that have hit the pilots... I'll zoom in to aim better... Damn, I can't see the front of the chopper from this angle... Wait... it doesn't matter... I know which side the pilot sits on... I'll just aim for that part of the machine. Here goes, keep your eye on the target, Lisa... Now, throw it fucking hard!

Yes! I love being this powerful... and this accurate! I hit the helicopter exactly where I wanted and I can see the rock shooting off after having torn right out the other side. Perfect... I wonder if it hit anything on its way through... Oh yes! It's gone straight into a dive! It sounds like a rising siren as it plummets towards those houses over there... no it's going to miss them... it's going to come down somewhere behind them....

Bingo! Well, I heard it even if I didn't see it. And I did feel the ground shake a little bit, even though I'm far away from wherever it crashed. Look, the sky is orange over there... and now I can see the tips of flames showing above the houses in front. And more screaming in the distance... and burglar alarms and sirens too...

All that commotion because I threw a little rock... I feel... important. And powerful. Amazingly powerful. I can do almost anything I want. I'm looking around me. There's no-one else on this street now. There's craters in the road on all sides and piles of debris and twisted, smoking metal everywhere. The fronts of quite a few houses have collapsed, and small fires are burning here and there. So much damage!

And then I look at myself. I've been at, or at least near, the centre of every one of the explosions that have torn the street apart and yet there's not a scratch anywhere on my remarkable new body. My long, exposed arms and legs, so gorgeously proportioned, so feminine in appearance, have survived all that without incurring a scratch. My big, round breasts, so proud, standing out so high my torso, have borne the brunt of it all and remained as flawless as before. My narrow flat waist is unbruised. My perfect face is untouched in any way. I feel like a goddess!

But the dust and powdered debris all over the exposed portions of my fantastic chest and the front of my tight, sleeveless black top does not fit in with the way I feel. I make another few attempts at using my hands to sweep the crap away and I have to give up in utter frustration.

I look up at the sky. There's only two helicopters above me now. I can see two more heading away in the distance. "You fuckers have made me filthy!" I scream at them. My voice is so amazingly loud that two separate piles of rubble in the street collapse. A TV-aerial snaps off the roof of one relatively undamaged house and there's four or five trees that have only just stopped shaking. The nearest chopper wobbled for a moment too, but I think the pilot's got it under control now. Hmmm. There's a nice big chunk of road surface over there. It feels so light as I pick it up, but I know it must be pretty heavy... I mean it's bigger than my head...

That nearest helicopter is banking in the air now. Oh, from this angle I can see the pilot clearly through the side window. A nice big, easy target. I hardly have to bother to aim... I'll just pull my arm back and throw the lump of tarmac at him like this...

Yuck! I shouldn't have zoomed in with my eyes. I didn't need to see the gore splattering everywhere inside the cockpit or the blood fountaining from the pilot's decapitated neck. Still, another perfect shot... Down they come... Oooh! Spiralling this time... Wow! That is loud! It's spinning down really close... Right into the street about twenty yards in front of me. Oh! It shook the ground like a bomb. A massive orange flame is erupting out of it, heading right for me... It just feels warm, but I can't see anything now... yes I can! It looks like the front section of the helicopter and it's flying straight at me. Too late to move...

Clang!

It just bounced off me - well of the front of my chest mostly - and pinged back into the flames. The fire is starting to recede a bit now. Most of it is off my body. Hey! My tits are on fire! No, wait... they can't be... I don't burn. And besides, it doesn't even feel hot. But there are flames all over the top of my chest. I must be covered in burning fuel. I know I'm not going to burn, but it's hard to think properly with this fire under my chin. I've got to get these flames out.

When I bend my head down, the fire is right in front of my face. I'll try blowing it out. It's burning quite fiercely so, I'll need to blow hard like this...

Oh my god!

The fire's gone out straight away. But that roaring sound.... what's that? That's me, it must be! And all the debris at my feet, lifting off the ground and shooting away from me, flying down the street, picking up more and more rubble and bits of burnt helicopter and pieces of smashed house as it goes, all that stuff getting swept away further and further down the road like a giant invisible broom was pushing it along really fast... That's all because I'm blowing... it must be!

Yes! It was! I stop exhaling and my lips close by themselves and straight away the invisible broom stops working and all the bits, big and small come down to the ground. Some of them roll on a bit, but they all come to a rest eventually. Wow! It all makes sense now... those winds when I was taking a deep breath earlier... the way I can smash windows and shake trees when I shout really loud... My lungs must be as awesomely strong as the rest of me!

I've got to try that again. This time I'm going to pick a target and see what happens when I blow at it... What can I aim at…. There’s nothing much on the street in front of me now so I’ll turn around… I can’t see anything but a big pile of rubble, as tall as me and as wide as a car at its base. That’ll have to do. I’ll see what happens when I blow at it like this...

There’s that whooshing sound, but nothing’s happening. I can feel my hair moving about a bit, but I don’t see the rubble moving. I try blowing a bit harder…

Oh shit - wow! That’s it! The “whoosh” became a roar and the top layer of the pile of debris just took off away from me. I keep exhaling like that and more and more of the broken bits of car and house are lifting from the heap and shooting off down the street. It’s amazing! Stuff’s flying for miles down the road without even coming down. That’s the last of the pile now cleared. Or rather that’s the last of the pile that I’ve just blown away…

Fuck! That was so easy! I’ll stop blowing… I keep thinking I should be panting for breath but I feel totally normal, like I could make another hurricane right away if I wanted to. All the bits of brick and car that were flying down the road are starting to crash down now, skidding away for a bit before they finally stop. It’s amazing to think I did all that just by blowing!

Without the roar I was making and the noise of things raining back down onto the road, the sound of helicopter engines is everywhere again. I look up from the street and there’s one of them, above the roofs to my right. I’ll zoom in to get a better look at the cockpit. Ugh! The pilot’s ugly! What about the one next to him…. Hmm…. Not much better. He’s holding a rifle….

Oh! He’s aiming at me. Another fucker trying to kill me! Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m going to find a nice big rock for that bastard. Come on…. I need something nice and hard to throw at that fucker before he shoots at me… Too late! I heard the bang just before I felt the tap on my shoulder like someone trying to get my attention. Well, he’s got my attention and I’m going to make sure that’s the last thing he ever gets.

Shit! There’s nothing worth throwing around here… It’s all been blown away… Wait a moment! I might not need a rock…. If I unintentionally made one of those choppers wobble by shouting at it earlier, I might be able to do a whole lot better by deliberately blowing at it. It’s got to be worth a try. I pucker up like I’m going to send a kiss to the bastard who’s shooting at me from the helicopter. Now I’ll just blow at him as hard as I can.

There’s that “whoosh”…. Now it’s a roar already. Oh! The wall of air must’ve just hit the chopper side-on. The whole thing’s started to rocket off sideways.

Ha ha! Now that is funny…. The bastard’s dropped his rifle. He and the pilot are shouting. I’m going to try moving my head a tiny bit so that the jet of my breath only hits the front portion of the machine, like this…

Yes! That’s excellent…. The helicopter’s started spinning round and round in the air, faster and faster. The two men in there are screaming and I’m just standing here, blowing at them, not getting tired or anything, making their chopper rotate just with my lung-power!

Hmm… I wonder if I could make it crash by aiming my breath just above the top of the machine? Let’s see…. Ah yes, I’m definitely pushing it downwards. I’ll just lower my head and use the force of the hurricane I’m making to force the thing to ground…. It’s so easy! I can make the chopper descend faster and faster just by leaning forwards... Down they come…

Wow! What an explosion! Serves them right for shooting at me. That seemed to make everything vibrate - the street, the remaining houses…. And those flames from the crash-site! Much higher than when the other helicopters came down. Must’ve been the extra force pushing that last one down. Awesome to think that was just me blowing…. I’m so fucking powerful now.

I can do anything I want. And what I want to do right now is make all those other choppers crash like the last one. Because that’s what all those bastards deserve.

Where are they now? It’s hard to see with all those flames leaping up into the sky. I’ll try and tune in to the sounds of their engines…. Much quieter now…. There’s one over there… Shit! He’s a long way away… Isn’t there one nearer? No. That other one is even further….

They’re running away! All gathering over there and heading off in that direction. You fuckers can’t get away from me. I’m pushing out my lips and I’m going to blow with everything I’ve got.

The sound of the air rushing is so loud I have to tune it out. Nothing’s happening to the helicopters though…. No… wait…. The one nearest me is definitely wobbling. But I can’t make it spin. When I move my head to the side, it just stops wobbling. Shit! They must be too far away.

What can I do…. They’re getting further from me every second. Think, Lisa! Shit, I don’t know…. Maybe I can chase after them. I was running pretty fast earlier. I can’t think of any other plan, so that’s what I’ll have to try. Just chase after them. But they’re on the other side of those houses… I’ll lose more ground running around them…

Unless….

That house isn’t much higher than the wall I jumped over earlier.... And I cleared that wall with loads to spare. Maybe I can leap up onto the roof from here. I’ll crouch down and then just spring up off my feet like this…

It’s almost like flying! I’m soaring up away from the road, towards the house. There’s the roof now, but it’s going to pass right under me. Or rather, I’m going to pass right over the roof. Brilliant! I’ve cleared a row of houses with a jump. Starting to fall now. Shame, I was enjoying that. Here comes the street rushing up to meet me.

A perfect landing! Easy! I hardly even felt it. The tarmac under my feet has cracked a little, but I’m standing, perfectly balanced. Now where’s that column of helicopters? OK. Over there. It’s hard to tell if I’m any closer now. And there’s another row of houses in the way. I’ll just have to leap over those as well. Here I go….

The feeling as I’m rising up on one of these jumps is fantastic. Watching the world get smaller and smaller beneath my feet, knowing that coming down won’t hurt… Looking down on the roof of a building that I was staring up at a few seconds before - that’s an awesome feeling.

I can see over the top of the roof now and…

Oh shit. There isn’t a street on the other side. Just more houses. I’ve stopped gaining height now too. I’m beginning to fall and I can see I’m not going to clear the buildings. I’m going to land on the roof of that house. Any moment now… Got to bend my knees to absorb….

Whoops! My left foot went right through the tiles up to my knee and I nearly lost my balance. The slates under my other toes have been smashed, but I haven’t broken through them. So, I’ve landed on another roof. I can still see the helicopters. There’s a road over there as well, which leads roughly in the same direction they’re headed. I’ll leap down from here…

Careful, Lisa! I nearly fell again as a chunk of roof collapsed just as I pushed off it. I’ve made it down though. Now, I’ll cross this garden, jump that fence… That was great! I hurdled a six-foot wall without breaking stride… Now that road should be on the other side of those trees. Ooops! I caught that trunk with my shoulder. That was some noise, although it only felt as if I’d barely brushed against it.

Oh! I guess I didn’t just brush it. I must have hit the tree trunk full-on with my smooth shoulder.

Timber!

Wow. The tree was big and heavy enough to smash in the roof of that parked car as it fell, but I snapped it’s trunk in half without trying! No time to think about that now. I’m on the road. I can see those choppers again, in the sky. Let’s see how fast I can run…

I’m going faster and faster. The trees are zipping past on my left like I was watching them from a moving car. So I must be running as fast as a car! No, wait…. There’s a car on the road about fifty yards ahead of me. Make that twenty. It’s level now. Fuck, I must be running twice as fast as it! I’ve left it behind me. I can see it shrinking as I look over my shoul-

What was that? Oh! I’ve just ran right into a concrete bridge support. Actually, right through a concrete bridge support. It must be a yard thick and I’ve punched a Lisa-sized hole right through it. It just felt like I was running through something soft…. I wasn’t looking where I was going and I just kept running, my amazing new body smashing everything in its path. I mean… I smashed everything in MY path. I’m covered in bits of concrete and dust.

Oh, there’s a small bit of jagged stone lodged in my amazing cleavage. I’ll brush it off. Ach! I’m filthy again. My chest, my arms, my top, my hair… But I can’t waste time on that now. I’m pretty sure I’m getting closer to the nearest helicopter. Got to keep chasing after it. Got to keep running, faster… faster…

I’m zooming up on another car now. It’s so slow compared to me. In the space of a couple of strides I can just sprint past it as if it was stationary. I won’t look back at it in case I run into something else…

I’m definitely gaining ground on that chopper. Another few minutes of this and I’ll be close enough to bring the bastards down…. What’s that ahead? Another road cutting across the one I’m running along. No, it’s a T-junction. The road I’m on ends there. But the helicopters are still heading in that direction. I’m close now. There’s a wall on the far side of the junction. I can’t see what’s on the other side so I’ll just leap over it and hope for the best…

Shit! There’s a massive drop on the other side. I’m falling towards some kind of scrap-yard. And falling and falling. It has to be sixty foot at least. Here comes the ground now…

Uh-oh! I landed on my feet but they’re both ankle-deep in smashed concrete. Oh, I can pull them out without any trouble. I just ground some more stone under my heel getting my foot free. Now, which direction do I need to go in? Over there. Fuck, there’s nothing but banks of car-wrecks in that direction. I’m going to have to get out of this scrap-yard. I’ll leap over that pile of battered chassis… It’s so easy jumping into the sky! I feel so powerful doing that. There go the cars, beneath me. Now I can see where I am in relation to the helicopters…

They’re over there, to my right. I have to keep heading in that direction. Now I’m temporarily airborne, I should check out the lie of the land to work out the best route. There’s another road over there which runs more-or-less where I want to head. I should make my way on to it once I land…

Here I go now, starting to fall now, right towards that massive greenhouse. Oh shit. I didn’t notice that before. This is going to be loud…

There’s glass everywhere! My soles smashed straight through the roof, followed by the rest of me, and of course there’s not a scratch anywhere on me. I came down onto a pile of broken panes, whilst more sharp fragments fell down from the busted ceiling on top of me, feeling like light rain as they bounced off the top of my head. Where’s the door to this thing? Ah, fuck it. I don’t have time for the door. I’ll just run right through that wall, letting my body crash through the side of the greenhouse in a shower of glass like this...

There’s bits of glass falling from me as I run but I’m going to ignore them. I don’t need to look which way the street is because I can already hear the traffic. Just on the other side of that hedge. I’ll hurdle it. Easy! But now I’m coming down smack in the middle of the road. I suppose I should check for on-coming traf-

Shit! There’s a huge lorry that’s barrelling down the road right at me. I should be scared I suppose but not anymore. Not after everything that’s happened to me tonight… everything that’s still happening to me... I don’t have to move for any fucking lorry. The fucking lorry can move for me!

Despite the glare of the headlights, I can see the face of the driver.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” I shout at him.

He didn’t hear. Then again, I don’t think he’s even seen me yet…

Oh. Now he has. Too late. No way is he going to be able to stop that thing in time. The lorry comes skidding towards me. It’s massive, but I’m not going to move. I’m not scared of it. I’m just angry that it’s getting between me and the choppers I’m chasing. As the front of the big truck looms at me, I lift my arms. I need to time this very carefully. I’m going to let the lorry hit my hands and then swing my arms in the same instant. Here goes…

Oh yes! Awesome! My arms were buried up to the elbows in on-coming truck when I swung them. That gave me enough grip to lift the entire vehicle, overpower its momentum and then fling it aside as if it was just a empty paper bag. A thirty-foot long, ten-foot high, eight foot wide paper bag.

But paper bags don’t crash down like that. It’s landed on its side, about twenty yards down the road, shaking the ground and then scrapping along the tarmac. Suddenly, seeing it lying across three lanes of the highway, I realise that it’s a massive monster of a machine. And I just swatted it aside with my long, perfect arms. How powerful does that make me?

Powerful enough not to take any shit from anyone or anything ever again. Starting with those helicopters…

What’s that smash? Oh. A car has crashed into the exposed undercarriage of the lorry. Another car’s screeching and spinning across the road...

Fuck them! I’ve got business to take care of.

I can see the line of helicopters again, and I’m off after them, running down the side of the road, overtaking cars. Now I can clearly see that I’m catching up with the last machine in the column. Another minute or so and I’ll be close enough…

There’s a bridge across the road ahead. I’m going to have to swerve to avoid running into the support column, like this…

Ooops! I ran right into a steel lamppost. My right breast hit the pole smack-on and just knocked the whole thing down flat onto the road. Some concrete fragments sprayed up at me. I guess they came from where the base of the lamp was ripped out of the ground. Oh! And a shower of sparks all over my churning legs from the lamp-end as it smashes on the tarmac. I keep running and it’s already some way behind me now.

The lamppost didn’t slow me down at all. I’m getting nearer and nearer to those helicopters. If I can keep running down this road like this… well, I don’t seem to be getting tired…. Wow! I’ve just realized I’m not out of breath at all. This is amazing! I feel like I could keep sprinting at this speed all night.

But I don’t need all night to catch up with the bastards. A couple more minutes should do…

Ah fuck! Fuck! Why is it that every little thing I try to do gets fucked up? The choppers are flying straight on but the road ahead bends away in another direction. If I keep going straight, I’ll run off the side of the road and then there’s all these fucking great big buildings right in the way.

The helicopters are flying over them now. A whole bunch of company offices, all chrome and glass and big illuminated logos. Tall buildings… that one’s got… 36 storeys… Wow, I counted them fast! But too high for me to jump over… And they are absolutely smack bang in my path. This is so fucking annoying! Just when I thought I was going to get within reach… Well, I’m not going to run around all those buildings and lose all the ground I’ve gained on the choppers.

I’ve just remembered something from school. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Fuck me, I didn’t think anything I ever heard there would be useful. But it’s true. The quickest way to get around those buildings is to go right through them in a straight line. I’ve already run through a concrete pillar and a lamppost without getting slowed down. Now I’m just going to have to run through a building. Or two.

No way am I going to let those bastards in those helicopters get away!

 

Conceptfan, Mar. 2007.