arachnid95
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Alright, time for another of my old stories! This one... ehhhh, not the best one I've ever written, but people seem to like it, so... yay! XD
The last story I posted got held up because it was too long, and the spam filters thought it was too big, so I'm gonna try splitting this one into parts to see if that helps matters.
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The Capture of Kitty Krash
Kitty Krash gazed out over the city from her building-top perch, sipping her iced Coke. Her leg kicked lazily over the edge of the building as she leaned back on one hand. The wind tousled her long blonde hair, the sun shone as brightly as it ever had, and everything was quiet and peaceful. In short, the day was as perfectly tranquil as any day in a big city could be.
And Kitty hated it.
Kitty Krash, you see, is no ordinary girl. She’s a superheroine, and one of the best in the business, despite her lack of experience—at the comparatively ripe age of nineteen, there weren’t very many heroes younger than her.
Catherine Sherman had received her powers only two years prior, when a bizarre red meteor had crashed into her backyard. Its extraterrestrial radiation had bestowed upon her incredible strength, the ability to fly, invulnerability to pretty much everything—except to radioactive elements like uranium, which cancel out her powers—superhumanly-sharp senses, and the power to fire flame-like energy blasts from her hands.
Having been a comic book geek her whole life, it was really only natural that she’d want to start a career in crime-fighting right away. Within days, she had already put together her costume—a red and black hoodie, emblazoned with a black star; a pair of black jeans; a pair of knee-high red converse; a short black cape; and a pair of red goggles to mask her identity—and had begun to practice with her powers in secret. It took her two months to master her new abilities, but at last, she was ready for her big debut. Calling herself Kitty Krash, she had launched herself into her superhero career, and was soon renowned throughout the city—and, indeed, the world—for her heroic actions.
Today, however, it seemed as though the city wouldn’t be needing her attention; all was quiet, and Kitty was bored out of her mind.
“Ugh, I wish something would happen,” she muttered to herself. “An alien invasion… a bank robbery… a fricking cat stuck in a tree… anything!”
Her plea was answered only by the wind. She let out an almighty sigh of weary boredom and finished her soda, crushing the cup with her hand.
“Whatever. Guess I’m not needed today,” she mumbled. “Might as well just go home and study for my English mid-term…” She got to her feet and stretched, then crouched low to the roof of the building and launched herself into the air. Within moments she was streaking across the sky like a comet, heading for her apartment.
Little did she realize, however, that she was about to get the action she craved—and more….
Halfway home, she felt something hit her hard in the back, sending her surprised body careening to the ground. She landed hard, her impact cracking the sidewalk.
“Agh! What the…?” She jumped up and scanned the sky for the source of the attack. She didn’t have to search long, because a large silver shape wavered into view about fifty feet off the ground.
Kitty recognized the shape instantly. It was a ship, belonging to her arch-nemesis, an alien overlord known to the human race as Sytus. Kitty had had plenty of run-ins with Sytus before; the bad-tempered, blue-skinned extraterrestrial had come to Earth early in her career, seeking to conquer its citizens. His conquest had, of course, been swiftly snafu-ed by the young heroine, but he was obnoxiously persistent. Like a bad penny, Sytus had returned again and again, always with some new weapon or tactic up his sleeve, in his ceaseless attempts to subjugate humanity, but Kitty had defeated him every time.
And now it seemed he was back for more. Despite the threat he posed, Kitty couldn’t help but smile—she had wanted something to fight, and now she had it.
“Sytus!” she shouted, knowing he could hear her. “Haven’t seen you in a while! Decided you missed getting your ass whooped, did you?”
“Very amusing, Miss Krash,” sounded the alien’s voice from the ship’s loudspeakers. “Still as witty as ever, I see. What you fail to realize, however, is that today, it is you who will—as you so quaintly put it—get your ass whooped.”
“Riiiiight,” she responded skeptically, her hands on her hips. “And just what exactly makes you think this time will be any different from the rest of the times I beat your blue heiny?”
For an answer, the ship fired another blast at her, sending a purple plasma ball hurtling straight for her. Now that she could see it coming, dodging it was a simple matter for her; she shot straight up in the air, causing the projectile to smash harmlessly into the concrete below.
“Hold still, you little pest!” said Sytus, firing off another two rounds. Kitty deftly flew around both of them, giggling all the time.
“Really? Is that the best you can do?” she taunted. “You’re losing your edge, blue boy; you used to be a bit more of a challenge than this!”
“Oh, so it’s a challenge you want?” retorted the villain, his voice full of confidence. “Well, if you insist…”
A small orifice opened up in the front of the ship and spit out an oblong silver projectile. It spun through the air for a moment, then exploded, producing a green shockwave that expanded outward in all directions. It hit Kitty, knocking her for a loop.
“Oof! What…?” She tried to steady herself, but realized with a jolt that she was falling. “Crap! That thing must have been radioactive!”
She started to panic; her powers wouldn’t return for another minute or so, and by that time, she would already be a pancake on the ground below. She didn’t know how Sytus had found out her weakness, but he had—and now she had no idea how she would get out of this predicament…
All of a sudden, she felt herself being pulled upward. Confused, she twisted around and found, to her surprise and dismay, that she was being lifted by some kind of tractor beam—straight towards Sytus’s ship!
“Ah, ah, ah!” sounded the rogue’s voice. “No dying on me, now; I have plans for you, my dear nemesis!”
She struggled to free herself from the beam’s grasp, but it held her tight; without her powers, she could do nothing but wait for the beam to deactivate.
A moment later, she was drawn through a door in the ship’s hull, which shut behind her as she was dropped into a holding cell in the ship’s cargo bay, the bars of which glowed green—radioactive.
“Dammit!” she swore, feeling herself growing weaker; radiation was like kryptonite to her—first her powers went, then she would slowly weaken until she was comatose. After that… no more Kitty Krash.
A door hissed open on the other side of the room, and through it stepped Sytus himself. He looked mostly humanoid, except for his dark blue skin, shiny black eyes, and pointed ears. He was garbed in his usual black military uniform and long cape, with gold buttons, trim, and tassels on his epaulets. He strode over to his captive rival with a smug smirk on his face.
“Welcome aboard, Kitty!” he gloated, flashing his pointed white teeth. “I’m so glad you could join me!”
Kitty glared at him with all the intensity she could muster; by this point, she was leaning against the bars of the cage for support. “Guh… g-go to hell!” she spat. “If you’re g-gonna kill me, j-just do it… b-but don’t make me s-suffer through one of your d-dumb monologues!”
The alien sighed dramatically. “Oh, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty… don’t you listen? I already told you, I have plans for you, and I can’t bring them to fruition if you’re dead! I just needed you nice and weakened so I could prep you.”
“P-Prep me? F… For what?”
“You’ll find out…” Grinning maliciously, he withdrew from a pocket in his uniform a hypodermic needle, filled with a sickly yellow liquid.
Kitty eyed the needle warily, but before she could stammer out a protest, she felt it prick her arm painfully. A moment later, her vision began to dim, and she fell to the floor of the cell, unconscious…
The last story I posted got held up because it was too long, and the spam filters thought it was too big, so I'm gonna try splitting this one into parts to see if that helps matters.
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The Capture of Kitty Krash
Kitty Krash gazed out over the city from her building-top perch, sipping her iced Coke. Her leg kicked lazily over the edge of the building as she leaned back on one hand. The wind tousled her long blonde hair, the sun shone as brightly as it ever had, and everything was quiet and peaceful. In short, the day was as perfectly tranquil as any day in a big city could be.
And Kitty hated it.
Kitty Krash, you see, is no ordinary girl. She’s a superheroine, and one of the best in the business, despite her lack of experience—at the comparatively ripe age of nineteen, there weren’t very many heroes younger than her.
Catherine Sherman had received her powers only two years prior, when a bizarre red meteor had crashed into her backyard. Its extraterrestrial radiation had bestowed upon her incredible strength, the ability to fly, invulnerability to pretty much everything—except to radioactive elements like uranium, which cancel out her powers—superhumanly-sharp senses, and the power to fire flame-like energy blasts from her hands.
Having been a comic book geek her whole life, it was really only natural that she’d want to start a career in crime-fighting right away. Within days, she had already put together her costume—a red and black hoodie, emblazoned with a black star; a pair of black jeans; a pair of knee-high red converse; a short black cape; and a pair of red goggles to mask her identity—and had begun to practice with her powers in secret. It took her two months to master her new abilities, but at last, she was ready for her big debut. Calling herself Kitty Krash, she had launched herself into her superhero career, and was soon renowned throughout the city—and, indeed, the world—for her heroic actions.
Today, however, it seemed as though the city wouldn’t be needing her attention; all was quiet, and Kitty was bored out of her mind.
“Ugh, I wish something would happen,” she muttered to herself. “An alien invasion… a bank robbery… a fricking cat stuck in a tree… anything!”
Her plea was answered only by the wind. She let out an almighty sigh of weary boredom and finished her soda, crushing the cup with her hand.
“Whatever. Guess I’m not needed today,” she mumbled. “Might as well just go home and study for my English mid-term…” She got to her feet and stretched, then crouched low to the roof of the building and launched herself into the air. Within moments she was streaking across the sky like a comet, heading for her apartment.
Little did she realize, however, that she was about to get the action she craved—and more….
Halfway home, she felt something hit her hard in the back, sending her surprised body careening to the ground. She landed hard, her impact cracking the sidewalk.
“Agh! What the…?” She jumped up and scanned the sky for the source of the attack. She didn’t have to search long, because a large silver shape wavered into view about fifty feet off the ground.
Kitty recognized the shape instantly. It was a ship, belonging to her arch-nemesis, an alien overlord known to the human race as Sytus. Kitty had had plenty of run-ins with Sytus before; the bad-tempered, blue-skinned extraterrestrial had come to Earth early in her career, seeking to conquer its citizens. His conquest had, of course, been swiftly snafu-ed by the young heroine, but he was obnoxiously persistent. Like a bad penny, Sytus had returned again and again, always with some new weapon or tactic up his sleeve, in his ceaseless attempts to subjugate humanity, but Kitty had defeated him every time.
And now it seemed he was back for more. Despite the threat he posed, Kitty couldn’t help but smile—she had wanted something to fight, and now she had it.
“Sytus!” she shouted, knowing he could hear her. “Haven’t seen you in a while! Decided you missed getting your ass whooped, did you?”
“Very amusing, Miss Krash,” sounded the alien’s voice from the ship’s loudspeakers. “Still as witty as ever, I see. What you fail to realize, however, is that today, it is you who will—as you so quaintly put it—get your ass whooped.”
“Riiiiight,” she responded skeptically, her hands on her hips. “And just what exactly makes you think this time will be any different from the rest of the times I beat your blue heiny?”
For an answer, the ship fired another blast at her, sending a purple plasma ball hurtling straight for her. Now that she could see it coming, dodging it was a simple matter for her; she shot straight up in the air, causing the projectile to smash harmlessly into the concrete below.
“Hold still, you little pest!” said Sytus, firing off another two rounds. Kitty deftly flew around both of them, giggling all the time.
“Really? Is that the best you can do?” she taunted. “You’re losing your edge, blue boy; you used to be a bit more of a challenge than this!”
“Oh, so it’s a challenge you want?” retorted the villain, his voice full of confidence. “Well, if you insist…”
A small orifice opened up in the front of the ship and spit out an oblong silver projectile. It spun through the air for a moment, then exploded, producing a green shockwave that expanded outward in all directions. It hit Kitty, knocking her for a loop.
“Oof! What…?” She tried to steady herself, but realized with a jolt that she was falling. “Crap! That thing must have been radioactive!”
She started to panic; her powers wouldn’t return for another minute or so, and by that time, she would already be a pancake on the ground below. She didn’t know how Sytus had found out her weakness, but he had—and now she had no idea how she would get out of this predicament…
All of a sudden, she felt herself being pulled upward. Confused, she twisted around and found, to her surprise and dismay, that she was being lifted by some kind of tractor beam—straight towards Sytus’s ship!
“Ah, ah, ah!” sounded the rogue’s voice. “No dying on me, now; I have plans for you, my dear nemesis!”
She struggled to free herself from the beam’s grasp, but it held her tight; without her powers, she could do nothing but wait for the beam to deactivate.
A moment later, she was drawn through a door in the ship’s hull, which shut behind her as she was dropped into a holding cell in the ship’s cargo bay, the bars of which glowed green—radioactive.
“Dammit!” she swore, feeling herself growing weaker; radiation was like kryptonite to her—first her powers went, then she would slowly weaken until she was comatose. After that… no more Kitty Krash.
A door hissed open on the other side of the room, and through it stepped Sytus himself. He looked mostly humanoid, except for his dark blue skin, shiny black eyes, and pointed ears. He was garbed in his usual black military uniform and long cape, with gold buttons, trim, and tassels on his epaulets. He strode over to his captive rival with a smug smirk on his face.
“Welcome aboard, Kitty!” he gloated, flashing his pointed white teeth. “I’m so glad you could join me!”
Kitty glared at him with all the intensity she could muster; by this point, she was leaning against the bars of the cage for support. “Guh… g-go to hell!” she spat. “If you’re g-gonna kill me, j-just do it… b-but don’t make me s-suffer through one of your d-dumb monologues!”
The alien sighed dramatically. “Oh, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty… don’t you listen? I already told you, I have plans for you, and I can’t bring them to fruition if you’re dead! I just needed you nice and weakened so I could prep you.”
“P-Prep me? F… For what?”
“You’ll find out…” Grinning maliciously, he withdrew from a pocket in his uniform a hypodermic needle, filled with a sickly yellow liquid.
Kitty eyed the needle warily, but before she could stammer out a protest, she felt it prick her arm painfully. A moment later, her vision began to dim, and she fell to the floor of the cell, unconscious…