Cartoon Law
By GBM
Righting a wrong, with muscles

"I tell you, it's true"

"Oh come on, you've been reading too many Science Fiction books."

Mike paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts.  Perhaps she was right.  After all, 
there really was no way to prove that there were alternate universes, or that we could 
actually slip into and out of them.  Thinking things through, he tried again.

"No really, I even saw some big shot scientists talk about it on the Science Channel.  
They described alternate universes with physics that could be very different than our 
own.  Like the other side of a black hole, or even right here, another earth at a different 
frequency."

Courtney cocked her head to one side and smiled.  "Ok, I could buy the black hole stuff, 
but the idea that another world exists at a different frequency sounds too much like a 
comic book idea."

Mike swallowed.  He knew that the vibrating frequency thing had been used in comic 
books for years.  It was also used in Star Trek.

"Well, maybe, but if our scientists believe its possible, I'll hold my ground."

This finally made Courtney laugh.  "All right, you win for now."

Mike smiles back at her and they continued to walk home.  With their school about a 
mile from home, they occasionally were able to leave school at the same time, although 
it was now very rare.

Starting 8th grade, Mike and Courtney lived next to each other for as long as either could 
remember and had been friends during the whole time.  But Mike knew things would 
soon change as they headed to high school.  Mike was the bookworm nerdy type who 
liked video games and computers.  Courtney was much more outgoing and athletic, 
trying everything from cheerleading to track and field.  She was also very pretty.  Puberty 
had been very kind to her, giving her blonde hair an almost angelic shimmer, and her 
body pleasant curves and a healthy bustline.  She even had clear skin and facial beauty 
that made her look much older than 12 years.  Her athletic enterprises kept her body trim 
and taught, with a little muscle to show off if she so desired.  Mike figured that the only 
reason she still hung out with him was because her parents would not allow her to date 
until high school.  By then, every able bodied male in the city would be looking to win her 
favors.

Mike on the other hand was tall and thin and not very coordinated.  Sports were never 
his thing.  Puberty gave him acne, greasy hair, and bad eyes, causing him to get glasses 
last year.  Although Courtney knew this phase of their life would soon be coming to an 
end, she still really liked Mike, and hoped that could remain friends.  Both being an only 
child, they were like brother and sister, and family never really forgets about each other.

Mike went back into thought about the alternate universes.  "One writer describes how 
we could all control our own universes and even remake our reality."

"Wow, now that's deep."

They both started to laugh.  "OK, mister `remake the universe', what would you do if you 
could control everything."

"What, oh I don't know."

"Oh, don't give me that, you're the one who brought it up.  And you think too much not to 
have the whole thing planned out.  

She had him there.  Mike had thought about it.  Thought about it a lot.  Probably too 
much.  But, since he did bring it up, he really did want to share, but was really afraid of 
the response.

"Well, I have thought about it."

"No kidding!"

"I figured that to make any major changes would be bad, there are just too many things 
that could go wrong, too many unforeseen consequences.  So I got basic about the 
whole thing.  What if I could change myself for a time to right a wrong?

"So you want to be Batman."  The most amazing thing about her comment was that she 
said it with a straight face.

Mike stopped.  "Ok, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this."

Now she smiled.  "What, that you want to be Batman?"

"I don't want to be Batman.  Focus.  Remember, scientific basis?"

"OK, OK."  Courtney stopped and then changing her voice to that of a very annoying 
movie actress.  "I'll never t-e-e-ell."

Mike stopped again.  He was about to complain, but they knew each other too well.  
They shared many secrets and had promised long ago that it would be best for both of 
them if those secrets stayed just between the two of them.  He really did care for her, 
even though he knew it would never be more than friendship.

"Well, actually, it is cartoon related."

Courtney raised her eyebrows.  They used to watch cartoons together all the time.  Now 
Mike watched them alone, but would never admit to it.

Sensing no more interruptions, Mike continued.  "If I actually could remake myself, you 
know, become super strong, do the impossible, grow big muscles."

"You mean like Popeye?"

"Well, yeah, like Popeye.  When he eats his spinach, everything changes and he can do 
anything. He keeps going until everything is right.  Then everything goes back to 
normal."

"Hmm, that's an interesting theory, but wouldn't everyone know about it?"

"Well, no.  Once everything is right, the universe is in balance and nobody would even 
be aware that a problem existed."

"Using your theory, someone could be doing that already."

"That's true, but it would be more fun it was me."  With that Mike pulled out a small bag 
in his pocket.

"What's that?  Wait, don't tell me."

"Yes, its spinach."

"Boy, Mike, you never do anything half way."  Courtney looked straight at Mike.  "So, 
have you tried it?"

"Um, no, I never really have had a need, and also because it would be a little 
embarrassing."

"Yeah, I would think so."

"But I believe if I really needed to, if something really bad happened to you or my parents 
or your parents."

Courtney stopped walking and looked at Mike.  "I know you would do whatever it took.  I 
feel the same way."

Mike paused.  He felt uncomfortable, but a little relieved.  Maybe his thoughts were not 
so silly after all.

Courtney figured she needed to lighten things back up and change the subject.  "Come 
on, let's take a detour."

Living in a suburban area, they often joked that they needed the Sopranos to move in to 
throw a little excitement into their town.  Walking between houses, they headed toward 
Main Street.  Courtney wanted an ice cream cone.  Mike just wanted to be with Courtney 
a little longer.  Before they could get there they walked behind some of the other 
businesses in the back alley.

As they walked through the back alley, both of them were stopped in their tracks.  
Slinking out the back of the local jewelry store were two very large men carrying what 
looked like a dead man to the trunk of their car.

Both Mike and Courtney froze in place; neither had ever seen anything like this.  The two 
men barely noticed the two pre-teens, throwing the body in the trunk and turning away.  
But Frank, the driver, caught them in his sight and yelled at his partner, Jim.

"Jim, those two kids just saw everything, grab them."

Not missing a beat, Jim pulled his gun and started walking toward the two startled kids.  
Mike yelled at Courtney to run and turned around to take off.  He didn't get very far as 
Jim pointed his gun and took one shot, hitting him in his shoulder and knocking him 
down.  Courtney barely had time to move, and when Mike was shot she fell to his side, 
refusing to leave her friend.

Jim was on them quickly, standing over both of them with his gun still drawn.

"Hurry up Jim, just grab them both and throw them in the trunk with the stiff."

Holstering his gun, Jim grabbed the unconscious and bleeding Mike and the sobbing 
Courtney and quickly carried them both to the car.  Tossing them in the trunk he 
slammed the door and walked back toward the front.  Both men got in the car and Jim 
took off toward the country.

Courtney was practically in shock.  Jammed into the trunk with a dead body and a 
bleeding and dying friend, she figured her life would soon be over.  Reaching over to 
Mike, she tried to get him wake up, hoping that his wound wasn't too serious, but also 
realizing that as soon as the car stopped it wouldn't matter.  When they hoped for the 
Sopranos to move to town they never expected to be among the first victims.  Holding 
back her sobs, Courtney remembered what Mike had said about changing reality to right 
a wrong.  This was certainly the biggest wrong she had ever been part of.  With time 
running out, Courtney frantically searched in Mike's pocket for the reality changing 
spinach.  She pulled it out just as the car came to a stop.  Quickly opening the bag she 
poured the contents into her mouth as the trunk door opened.  Jim grabbed her and 
pulled her out before she had a chance to even chew.  He pulled her toward a large tree 
with more than murder on his mind.


Frank grabbed the dead man, a shovel, and the still unconscious Mike and dragged 
them away from the car in the opposite direction.

Watching her friend being dragged away, and realizing that this very big man didn't want 
her dead just yet, Courtney frantically chewed the bitter vegetable, trying to crunch it 
down enough to swallow.  Jim hardly noticed her chewing, instead staring at her firm 
breasts.  Stopping at a large oak, Jim violently pushed Courtney against the tree and 
moved closer.  Not willing to give in easily, Courtney quickly raised her knee and 
jammed it into Jim's crotch.  He cringed for a moment, but the kick only made him mad.  
He shoved her hard against the tree, grabbed her breasts and pushed her up the tree 
until her feet were off the ground.  Courtney winced in pain.

"So you like it rough, huh?  Well I can screw you whether you're awake, knocked out or 
dead.  Which one it's going to be?"

He slowly began pushing harder on Courtney's chest, crushing her breasts and chest 
against her rib cage.  Enduring the pain, Courtney finally worked the spinach enough in 
her mouth and swallowed.

Her burning belief that she could somehow right this wrong and make these men pay 
caused ripples in the fabric of reality.  Just as Jim began pushing hard enough to bend 
her ribs, Courtney felt a surge of power from her stomach that shot to her head back to 
her toes.  A high pitched wine came from nowhere, focussed on the frightened 12 year 
old and disappeared inside her, shifting the control of all reality to one of the few people 
on earth who believed that it could be done.  And just like that, control was passed onto 
a young girl with vengeance on her mind.

Jim looked around for a moment as the buzzing came and went.  He then looked back at 
Courtney, whose grimaces of pain were replaced by a wicked smile and whose red 
swollen eyes appeared to clear up.  Taken aback by this change in facial expressions, 
Jim doubled his effort to crush the ribs of the young girl who saw too much.  Only now, 
her ribs were no longer bending, they felt like they had been replaced with steel bars.

Courtney had felt the shift in reality and now felt that she could control her body like the 
cartoon characters she used to watch.  There was no longer just physical law; there was 
cartoon law.  She could become super strong and invulnerable, and grow huge muscles 
to take care of these men.  Testing her theory, she started off slow and began to 
increase the muscle mass of her chest, pressing back against the powerful man holding 
her up against the tree.

On queue, her torn chest muscles were repaired and replaced with rock hard pecs.  Her 
breasts began to inflate and reform around Jim's hands.  They were no longer soft 
breast material, but super-strong breasts of steel.  Jim continued to push very hard 
against this young girl, but was somehow losing!  He became uncomfortable, not only 
were her ribs no longer bending, but he was being pushed back by the flexing chest 

muscles and breasts of a young girl!   Courtney smirked at the confused look on his 
face.

"What's the matter creep?  Has trying to kill my friend and then rape me taken too much 
out of you?  Can't you even finish crushing my soft little boobs?"

Jim looked up at her and gritted his teeth.  No way was a little girl going to outmuscle 
him!  Just as he battled to increase his pressure, Courtney increased her chest building, 
filling her breasts with more muscle.  Jim had felt her breasts go from small mashed 
bags to two firm lumps of power and now they were getting bigger and harder!  They felt 
like very hard rubber, rubber stronger than his ability to make a dent with his hands.  Jim 
had to take a step back.  She was winning!  Gritting her teeth in satisfaction, Courtney 
increasing her breasts to the size of two large melons with the thickness of cannonballs, 
forcing Jim to skid backward even more.

Though she was enjoying this, she was tiring of being held up against a tree.  So 
Courtney changed tactics and increased her pectoral size dramatically, like two missiles 
erupting from their silo.  They shot out three feet in front of her body!  The sudden 
tremendous increase in her chest happened so fast that they pushed Jim's hands back 
to his head, smacking him in the face, causing his to release his grip, and knocking him 
to the ground.  Courtney pulled back her pectorals to their large melon size and landed 
softly on the ground.

Keeping her eye on Jim, Courtney stayed with her Popeye theme and flexed her right 
arm.  A small bicep popped to attention.  She looked over at it and smiled.  With the 
speed of a thought, a little marble grew out from her shoulder and rolled into her bicep.  
The bicep increased slightly in size.  As quick as the first marble melded into her bicep, 
another formed on her shoulder and started rolled down her arm.  The marbles soon 
formed faster and rolled down her arm faster.  Each marble added mass to her bicep 
and it was soon increasing to the size of lemon, then an orange, and then a grapefruit.  
The marbles continued their decent, blowing her arm up past that of any girl, past that of 
any female bodybuilder, then past that of any male bodybuilder.  The marble flood 
continued until her bicep had transformed into a monstrous 50-inch mass.  Stopping the 
marble flood, Courtney smiled.  She then looked at Jim and expanded her bicep even 
further, upward past 60 inches!  The bicep was incredible, with a defined split and a 
single thick vein rapping its way around.   As her arm expanded to 65 inches of power, a 
picture of a tank rolling into battle flashed onto her bicep.

Jim stared at her in disbelief.  This formerly little girl had somehow pushed him down by 
only using her chest muscles, and now flexed the biggest arm he had ever seen on 
anyone.  Not only was it unnaturally huge, it had a moving picture of a tank on it!  Jim got 
back up and started to back away.  Before he moved very far, Courtney jumped toward 
him, cocked her arm back and using all of her incredible bicep power, drove a punch into 
his stomach that doubled him over and shot him back 10 feet.  He lay there in a heap, 
knocked out with one punch!  Courtney then looked over to where Mike was laying and 
knew that she needed to do something fast.  And with a simple thought, Courtney knew 
what to do.

Frank had finished throwing the dead body into the hole that they had prepared and had 
turned back toward the still unconscious Mike.  Seeing that he was still breathing, Frank 
pulled his gun out and aimed for Mike's head.  Pulling the trigger, the bullet whizzed 
toward his eye.  But before it could find its mark, Courtney charged toward Mike faster 
than the eye could follow.  Placing her forearm in harms way, the bullet bounced off her 
arm and flew back toward the trees.

Courtney then quickly positioned herself between Mike and the man with the gun.  In 
order to save Mike from another bullet, she had taken on the vision of another cartoon 
character.  She was dressed like Supergirl from the recent Superman cartoons.  
Courtney wore a white tank top with the familiar S in the center, a short blue skirt, red 
boots and a red cape.  Her abs were visible and sported a very sexy six pack of hard 
muscles.  Frank, for his part, appeared more surprised than shocked.  Things had 
happened too quickly to make any sense.

Starting to feel her oats, Courtney placed her hands on her hips and allowed her body to 
fill out a bit with muscle.  Not a lot, but enough to look very buff.  Her chest was still 
oversized and menacing, sticking straight out with a confidence that dared Frank to fire 
his gun against the steel pectorals.  Her shoulders and arms inflated a bit more, to 
bodybuilder size.  She was still getting a feel for her new powers, but felt that she was in 
complete control.

Collecting his thoughts, Frank did the only thing that seemed obvious.  He squeezed the 
trigger on his gun again, aiming squarely at the center of the S on the chest of the girl 
who looked much different than the one that was just pulled out of the trunk.

Courtney smiled with the sound of the gun firing.  She made no attempt to get out of the 
way and even inhaled, pushing her chest even further forward, stretching the S on her 
shirt, and deflecting the bullet off her chest and out of harms way.  She felt the bullet hit 
her, but now knew that it could do her no harm.

Frank held his position for a moment, not sure of what to do.  He looked at his gun.  It 
looked like it always did.  Not sure what to do, he pointed at this supergirl and fired again 
and again.  To his horror, the bullets bounced off of her chest with a ping.  She certainly 
didn't have on a bulletproof vest, because he clearly saw her very large chest moving up 
and down as she breathed, with her nipples outlined on her overstrained shirt.

Before Frank could decide what to do next, Courtney moved forward quickly and 
grabbed the gun from his hand.  Placing one hand on the barrel and one on the handle 
she held it at arms length, directly in front of the gunman.  She then twisted the gun and 
it screamed in protest as both the barrel and the handle were mangled out of shape.  
She threw the useless gun to the ground and looked at Frank.  Placing her hands back 
on her hips, she threw her hips to one side and cocked her head.

"Don't you bad guys know that you can't beat a supergirl?  But that doesn't mean I'm not 
going to beat you!"  She then inhaled again and her chest grew even more, stretching 
the S to the limit.

Frank backed up, unable to comprehend what had just happened and more than just a 
little afraid from what he just heard.  He then backed up near his shovel and picked it up.  
Courtney had barely moved, making sure she stayed between the killer and Mike.  She 
then smiled at Frank, realizing what he was thinking at wanting him to act on his thought.   
Unfortunately for Frank, he was thinking the same thing and swung the shovel at 
Courtney.  The shovel cut through the air and hit her square in the chest.  Courtney did 
not move an inch and the shovel clanged loudly on her pectorals as if it had hit solid 
steel.  The shock from the hard hit caused Frank to drop the shovel and yelled out in 
pain.

"What's the matter, did my soft little chest hurt you?"  She puffed out her chest again, 
causing them to grow to the size of basketballs, finally ripping her top down the middle, 
exposing the most powerful cleavage ever seen.  Picking up the shovel, Courtney 
snapped the handle off and dropped it to the ground.  She then placed the shovel blade 
into her cleavage and looked at Frank.  "I need to work on my soft chest.  Maybe I need 
a few chest crunches."  With that Courtney flexed her oversized superchest.  The shovel 
blade screamed in protest as her muscle engorged breasts crushed it flat.  She then 
pulled the bent metal out from her cleavage and crushed it in her hands like it was tin 
foil, until it was the shape of a baseball.  Tossing the ball up and down in her hand, 
Courtney gave the killer a serious look.  "I don't think you'll need this to bury anyone else 
today. "

Frank swallowed hard and once again slowly backed away.  Courtney dropped the metal 
ball and quickly moved toward him.  She grabbed him by the throat with one hand and 
lifted him up.  His feet dangled limply, inches from the ground.  Frank grabbed her very 
large forearm with both hands, but was unable to make a dent in her super-dense 
muscles.  He started to choke from lack of air.

Courtney smiled at him.  "Don't worry, I won't kill you.  At least not yet."  She then twirled 
around one time and threw Frank over 50 feet away, where he landed with a hard thud.  
He rolled over, but stayed down.  Courtney watched him for a moment, then walked 
back over to Mike.

As she approached her fallen friend, her eyes teared up, fearing the worst.  Once she 
saw that he was still breathing, she let out a sigh of relief.  Looking at his shoulder, it 
appeared that the bullet had gone through.  He must have lost a lot of blood though.  
Tearing off his sleeve, Courtney made a quick tourniquet.  Mike stirred for a moment.  
She bent over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't worry, Mike, I'm still here."  Knowing that Mike would be OK, she looked over at 
the fresh grave.  The poor man who had been killed earlier would not be OK.  Courtney 
knew that there was nothing she could do about that.  But she did know that she could 
still make his killers pay.  Looking up she saw that both men had recovered and were 
heading for the car.  Frank looked over at Jim.

"Let's get the hell out of here!" 

Getting up and clenching her fists in anger, she quickly ran over to the car just as both 
men got in.  Seeing her approach, Frank frantically pulled the keys from his pocket and 
started the car.  Just as Frank pulled the car into gear, Courtney reached under the back 
bumper and held the car by the frame.  Panicking, Frank hit the gas, hoping to make a 
quick getaway.  But they were shocked to find that they weren't going anywhere.  
Knowing what to expect, they looked out the back window and saw the young girl 
standing there crouched over, holding the car with one hand and waving at them with the 
other.  She then cupped her hand so she could be heard over the engine.

"Going somewhere boys?  I wouldn't think of it!  It's time for some cartoon justice, 
Popeye style!"  And then, out of nowhere, the Popeye theme began to play.

Jim turned to Frank and yelled, "Get us the hell out of here!"

"I'm trying, you moron, can't you see that she's holding the car!  I've got it floored!"

"She can't be holding the car back.  That's impossible!"

And just as Jim said the word `impossible', both men were jerked back into their seats as 
Courtney performed another superhuman feat.  Reaching further under the frame with 
her right arm, she performed a one-arm curl of the entire car, lifting it straight up into the 
air until it was vertical!  She balanced the frame with the left hand, but was holding the 
weight of the entire car with only her right hand!  She had to giggle, knowing that this 
strength feat was impossible, but also knowing that she could do whatever she wanted 
until these men were brought to justice.  Tensing her titanium muscles once again, 
Courtney balanced the back bumper on her right bicep and brought her right hand up 
into a fist, flexing her arm.  Pulling the car down against her arm with her left hand her 
bicep was quickly fighting the weight of the car and her own strength.  Grunting from the 
effort, she then flexed her right arm hard.  Her bicep ballooned into a 50-inch mass of 
Herculean power and cut straight into the metal of the car, causing a deep gash through 
the bumper and into the frame.  Nodding her head in satisfaction she then proceeded to 
do something that the mobsters would never forget.

Shifting slightly to gain the best grip and position, Courtney continued to flex her arm 
hard and the bicep soon began shooting straight up, and straight through the car.  A 
picture of a missile appeared on her bicep and started a slow motion climb upward as 
her bicep increased in size, and cut its way through the car.  Increasing in circumference 
at the rate of 12 inches a second, her diamond hard bicep sliced through the steel car 
like it was butter.  At over 150 inches her arm had cut into the trunk area.  At 240 inches 
(20 feet!) her bicep was cutting through the back seats.  At 360 inches it began cutting 
up to the front seats.  30 feet of impossibly hard little girl muscle power continued its way 
through the car, gashing through steel frame, leather seats and plastic fixtures.  The two 
petrified mobsters had locked their seatbelts, unsure of what that terrible crushing and 
metal screaming noise was, how this young girl could hold the car with one arm, and 
where that music was coming from!

Continuing its incredible assent, her bicep was over 10 feet into the car as it crashed 
through the front seat.  Both Frank's and Jim's eyes became wide with terror as they 
saw the bicep tear through the car right between them!  At over 12 feet high, her bicep 
slammed into the engine, exploding through the metal.  Pushing upward, toward 15 feet 
high, it crunched out toward the front bumper.  Stopping for just a moment, Courtney 
held the pose.  And then in a final super flex, she pushed her bicep to 16 feet high, 
crunching it through the front bumper and cutting the car in two!  Releasing her grip, the 
car hung to a moment, then separated completed and crashed to the ground in two 
pieces in opposite directions.  Jim and Frank closed their eyes as they plummeted to the 
earth, still buckled into their seats.  The resulting concussion blew up the glass from the 
windows, cutting both men.  As they slowly opened their eyes, they looked over to 
Courtney and confirmed their fears.  She was still flexing the largest arm in the history of 
the universe for a moment longer, and was looking back and forth at each man.  Both 
men were frozen in fear.

Finally coming to, each man struggled to unlatch his seatbelts with only one thing in 
mind.  Get away from this super powered girl!  But Courtney was not quite done yet.  
While both men were white with fear, it was time to make sure they wound up in the right 
place.  Releasing her flex, her arm returned to a simply massive 50 inches.  Still plenty 
big enough to trash these two men.  Courtney was still dressed in the overstressed 
Supergirl costume, with her thighs now as big as any male bodybuilder, calves that 
stretched her red boots to the point of bursting, a skirt that rode high thanks to a killer 
ass, rock hard deep defined abdominals, a huge bullet-proof chest that split the white 
tank top right down the middle of the S to show off her deep cleavage, broad defined 
shoulders, a strong thick back, and two of the largest arms every seen covered with 
protruding veins.  She still held her original young girl beauty, but had a look of stern 
determination.

Frank was the first to get up, but was wobbling around.  Courtney walked right up to him, 
with anger in her in face.  She then unleashed a series of blows that was nothing more 
than a blur to the naked eye.  She hit him everywhere at once; hard enough to cause 
damage, but never hard enough to knock him down.  After 15 seconds of the worst 
pounding of his life, Frank was somehow still on his feet, but was now covered in welts.    
He finally stumbled forward Courtney, who cocked her arm back, flexed her huge arm, 
and unloaded a shot into his chest that cracked bones and sent him flying backwards 20 
feet, where he crashed into a tree and remained there, embedded.  Courtney looked at 
him with disgust.

"Take that creep!"

As Frank went crashing into his tree, Jim had gotten loose and was stumbling toward the 
road.  Courtney saw him running and quickly took chase.  She caught up to him in 
seconds, grabbed his belt and hoisted him in the air with one arm.

"Going somewhere?"

Using her other arm she positioned him directly above her.  Again using her reality 
altering abilities, she began to spin him around.  The spinning soon increased until Jim 
was nothing but a blur.  Bending her elbows slightly, she tossed him a few feet in the air 
while still spinning.  Once again she made a fist and brought her arm back, causing her 
oversized bicep to bulge to 55 inches of pure power.  Still spinning, Jim descended back 
toward earth, where his nose was met by a small fist backed up with enough power to 
stop a tank.  He soared off her fist and crashed right through a large tree.  His body was 
embedded in the tree and his head stuck out the other end.

Both men by all rights should be dead, but not in Courtney's universe.  Both men were 
still conscience and were both in extreme pain.  Finally feeling a bit satisfied, Courtney 
slowly walked up to the trees were the men were embedded.  She grabbed Frank's shirt 
and yanked him away from the tree.  She then walked over to Jim, grabbed his pants, 
and pulled him out of his tree.  Adjusting her hold on each man so she held him by the 
collar, she lifted both of them high in the air.  They both looked down at her, barely able 
to put forth a groan and wishing that they were no longer awake.  Courtney gave them 
one last serious look.

"Now I know you boys can hear me, so let me tell you what is going to happen.  When 
you wake up, you are going to confess to this murder, and every other crime that you 
ever committed.  You are going to beg the police to put you in jail.  And if I ever see 
either of you outside of jail, I'll make you wish you were never born."

"Nod your heads if you understand me and agree."

Both men nodded their heads through the pain.

"Good.  Now good-bye."

Courtney tossed both men up in the air.  Rearing back she blasted an uppercut into 
Frank's jaw, sending him flying through the air back towards town, over two miles away.  
Jim fell back toward the ground as was met with the same earth shattering punch.  He 
sailed upward in the same direction.

Minutes later a load explosion was heard at the local jail as not one, but two large men 
crashed into an empty jail cell, still alive, but mercifully, unconscious.

Wiping her hands across each other, Courtney walked back toward Mike.  By the time 
she reached him, Mike had woken up, and Courtney was once again her normal self.  A 
police car pulled into the woods, the officers had heard the loud noises and came to 
investigate.  Courtney would somehow explain everything, and all explanations would be 
believed.  For a great wrong had been righted, and everything in the universe was back 
at harmony.

The End