Emma




	The day had begun like most before on the small world of 
Earth. But at about lunchtime something came down from the 
heavens that would alter the course of everything, bringing with 
it a new source of energy into the world far more powerful and 
more terrifying than the most awesome nuclear warhead.
	Emma was trekking through the forest enjoying her 
favourite pastime. Today she planned to walk up to the 
mountains, taking with her the camera she had just gotten for 
her birthday. She had turned eighteen, and had been asking for a 
camera since her sweet sixteenth oh so long ago. It was the 
first week of February, and Emma felt a little strange about not 
being at school. But her decision not to go for a HSC was smart, 
she told herself, seeing no use because she had no intention of 
going to university. Emma was very bright, but lacked direction. 
She had always believed that someday her future would be clear 
to her, but that day it seemed would never come.
	Until now. As Emma found her way through the trees, 
following a path she hadn’t used for nearly two years, she heard 
a strange roaring sound from high above. Whatever it was grew 
into a tremendous, yet still distant thunder. Emma bolted to a 
clearing to get a view of what ever it was.
	By the time the meteorite hit the earth two kilometres 
away it was only the size of a basketball. The impact flattened 
the trees for half a kilometre and started an instant bushfire. 
A piece of the super-dense matter that made up the core of the 
meteor flew away, blow by the explosion to land not far from 
Emma.
	Emma was knocked off her feet by the force of the core’s 
second impact. But realizing what had just landed three-hundred 
metres into the bush, she jumped to her feet and gasping her 
tight began a run to get pictures. She was going to find much 
more than she could ever dream of.
	The core, having gone through several trees to slow it 
down, now lay in a small dry river bed. Emma only found it 
because it was letting off a strange greenish-blue smoke. The 
blackened stone was perfectly round, and only the size of a 
marble. She took several pictures from all different angles.
	“I better take this home.” She grabbed a stick, and rolled 
the surprisingly small stone from the stars into a pool of 
stagnate water. The water bubbled chaotically for several 
seconds before settling. Emma picked up the stone and changed 
forever.
	A feeling of calm over her as soon as her fingers found 
the smooth surface. Then suddenly a surge of power blasted the 
unprepared Emma off her feet. An aura flashed around her as the 
long dormant energies in the stone found something it could 
conect to. It flowed from the stone, which Emma decided later 
must have been some sort of battery, into her thriving body. The 
exchange was a painful one for a few moments, and Emma screamed. 
But as more and more energy filled her, flowing endlessly from 
the bottomless stone, her body and mind hardened to the pain. 
The fat that covered her body was cooked away, burned into her 
muscles, which grew until they had no more cells to change. Then 
she hardened, the energies contentrating and filling out into 
every cell of her body until she was as hard as the stone that 
now crushed to dust in her hand. It had given all of itself into 
Emma. And she when woke, she woke more aware of the world around 
than anyone in the history of the world had ever been. She rose, 
finding the process required less effort than falling down. It 
seemed to her that she floated up from the ground. Anyone 
watching would of told her she had done exactly that.
	She felt great. All the aches her hike had given her so 
far were gone, and when she felt her bad elbow, which had been 
broken when she was fourteen, but didn’t feel the soft ach that 
usually came when she gripped her arm just like that. Then she 
saw her arm, and her amazed eyes had to see more. Her arm was 
firm, not flabby the way had been when had gotten dressed this 
morning. Her clothes were now loose on her tidy frame. She took 
the now baggy garments off to look at her fantastic new body.
	“What the hell is going on here?” she asked herself. “This 
is impossible! I feel like..” 
	Feeling a bizarre sensation of power, and regarding her 
new body, she was starting to like this course of events. She 
reached out and pushed at a large tree. The poor thing creaked 
and moaned, the sound of tearing, splintering wood egged Emma on 
as she continued to push her single hand out, feeling such 
little resistance from the tree that she wondered how rotten it 
was.
	But Emma knew this tree was healthy. The abundant green 
foilage told her that. Yet it fell to her one arm easier than a 
balsa stick. She was astounded, and had to test herself again.
	Taking another tree, she gripped it with both steelly 
hands, her finges sinking deep into the wood. she tightened her 
grip, onlyt to tear two large handfuls of green wood deep from 
trunk. She punched the tree, and it exploded like a watermelon 
hit with a shotgun, turning a two-foot section of the trunk into 
sawdust. The tree, suddenly robbed of support, fell toward her. 
It impacted her unprotected face, and bounced off as if it had 
hit the hardest stone.
	What was happening to her? She could feel no doubt that 
she had changed. Never had anyone in the universe felt the level 
of power she was experiencing. Emma knew that there was no-one 
on Earth as strong as she was. Looking around, she could see 
everything. glancing up at a plane flying high overhead she was 
startled to read the registration on the aircrafts side, and 
even the name printed in much smaller letters beneath. The 
Qantas City of Launceston was cruising along at thirty-seven 
thousand feet. Emma was soon to find everything about her had 
been enriched. Her ears could focus on each engine, and after a 
moments concentration she could tune into conversations inside 
the plane!
	“Where Uluru Mommy?” some kid was asking.
	Emma was surprised again. It was going to be a very 
interesting day. She had a lot to find out about herself. 
Running her hands proudly up and down her body, feeling her 
electrifying new flesh with an acute sense of touch.
	“I better get dressed before I go to town.” she thought 
out loud, and starting to walk home. She as soon jogging along 
the bush trail, and before she knew it she was back at her home. 
It had taken two hours to get that far into the bush, but the 
journey back had taken no more than half a minute.
	“This is wierd!” she exclaimed, but she liked it all the 
same.
	Emma went to jump the fence as she always had done, not 
considering her new strength. She launched up into the air, 
clearig the ground by at least six metres. Emma was amazed again 
as she floated like a leaf to the ground, her ability to fly 
becoming clear to her. With no effort at all she leapt up into 
the sky, soaring straight up several kilometres, and only 
stopping because she somehow applied the brakes. A feeling of 
euphoria spread her body, explosive power teeming through her 
flesh.
	Remembering once again that she was only wearing her 
undergarments, the super-powerful Emma made the first unassited 
human flight in history straight to her favourite clothes store. 
	The feeling of air rushing through her hair and over her 
body reminded her of cruising along in her fathers convertible, 
but with much more freedom to travel than her father had ever 
experienced. She was a clumsy flyer at first, a little awkward. 
But soon she was performing spirals and loops that the best 
pilots in the most manouvorable plane could never match. Looking 
at the ground far below she saw the town come into view. She 
lived a long way from anywhere on her fathers farm. But only her 
flying practice had prevented her from making the distance in 
under a minute.
	She hovered a moment, unsure of where to land. She didn’t 
want to be seen in the centre of town wearing her knickers. So 
Emma floated gently down to the roof. The man driving down the 
street at the time was the only one to see the flying girl. He 
spotted her coming in to land and forgot where he was as he 
stared open-mouthed at the near-naked angel gently floating down 
onto the roof of the Yanji building. When she vanished from view 
he glanced back to the road, wondering if had taken too many 
drugs in his youth.
	Emma never knew the roof access was locked, barred and 
bolted. She gripped the handle, turned, and pushed. There was 
more noise than usual, as the metal security bolts snapped and 
tore from the wall, but other than that, Emma didn’t realise it 
had been locked until she entered and closed it, discovering the 
mess she had made of the high-tensile steel security locks.
	“This is going to be easy,” she thought, closing the door 
and squeezing two bolts back together to form a pressure weld 
and sealing the door forever.
	Downstairs in the shop the day was progressing as normal. 
George was running things himself today. A lot of people thought 
it strange to see man running a mainly women’s clothes shop, but 
there was nothing perverse about really. It was his wife’s 
business, and as he wanted to help her with it, he worked three 
days a week. When Emma entered, he was reading the Australian 
Fishing magazine.
	“Excuse me...”
	He turned, raising his eyes from the glossy magazine to 
behold the most sexually provocative, devestatingly gorgeous 
woman he had ever seen in his entire life. And she was wearing 
practically nothing, only the most ill fitting cheap underwear 
he had ever seen. But the terrible clothes did little to dampen 
the raging erection that leapt into his shorts. His chin dropped 
to his chest and a little drool slipped out the corner of his 
mouth. He was left speechless in the wake of it all.
	“Can you help me find something sexy? I don’t even know my 
size.” She waiting for a response, but nonthing came out of his 
mouth save for a string of saliva. Watching his roving eyes a 
moment, Emma realised that he was checking her right out. And 
the effect her new body had on him was painfully obvious. She 
shifted her pose a little to show more leg, and his eyes were 
drawn instantly to the firm curves of her thighs. “You like my 
body?”
	He finally answered a question, nodding his reply quite 
firmly. “Your...unbelievable..”
	“You got some clothes that can handle me?”
	He nodded again. There was something so very familiar 
about this mesmerizing young woman, but George wasn’t able to 
connect the spark of recognition with any solid circuitry just 
now. All that George could do was stare mouth agape as she now 
made an effort to turn him on, running a hand up her fantastic 
curves while staring deep into George’s eyes. Emma had never 
been sexy before today, and was discovering that she enjoyed it 
immensely. George wasn’t an unattractive man in the least, and 
Emma had always wondered about him.
	“I tell you what, George. A kiss for a dress.” She slipped 
behind the counter and pressed herself up to him, holding his 
arms firmly. “Is it a deal?”
	George winced as he felt both arms snap, but the proximity 
to such a creature as Emma now was distracted him untterly from 
his pain. Her warm, naked flesh in contact with his was too much 
to bear. He nodded, wondering once again where this woman had 
come from as he was swallowed up by her deep green eyes.
	She took his mouth with hers and kissed him. A long, deep 
passionate kiss. She could feel him wabble like jelly in her 
arms, and when she pulled away, unsatisfied by his weak passion, 
he fell to the ground unconcious. Emma saw the wet patch and 
smile, and felt a little pride well within her. 
	“I must be the sexiest woman on earth. I didn’t even touch 
his cock.”
	She hunted around and selected a very nice skirt of black 
leather, which left most of legs bare. A pair of short boots 
which suited the skirt quickly caught her eye. From the most 
expensive racks Emma took the best lace lingerie, a set of the 
likes she thought she’d never have the body for. But now her 
body was beyond the best this shop had to offer.

	She picked out a great top, and off she went out the door. 
	The street was busy, everyone going abot their normal 
business of the day. But as soon as Emma entered the scene 
everything came to a halt. For a moment the women all around 
were wondering what the hell was wrong with all the men. They 
all stopped dead in their tracks, not knowing at first why 
themselves. Looking around, one by one their eyes fell on Emma. 
The effect that she had on them was painfully clear. Emma was 
oozing so much sexual energy that every man was consumed to the 
bone with a burning desire for her. Never had any of them seen 
such a creature, for in point of fact no one had ever seen 
anything close.
	Wives started beating their husbands in disgust as Emma 
slowly took this bizarre scene into perspective. A man, helpless 
to the powerful effect she had on him, snuck around and jumped 
her from behind. The contact with her was too much for him, and 
he came instantly all over her back.
	“You filthy pig!” she declared, shrugging the spent man 
off her, and stopping the next huge hunk with one hand. “Get a 
hold of yourselves.” She shoved him, meaning to push him back 
far enough to be out of reach. But with the strength her intense 
body possessed she sent him flying across the street to smash 
through a shop window. She stared in surprise. What had she 
become? She stretched and let the feeling of power lavish her 
body. 
	A group of women surrounded her, and started belting her 
with a variety of objects, their disgust and rage at what this 
young woman was doing to their men mingled with acidic jealousy, 
and showing itself in horrendous violence. Emma continued to 
stretch, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. only when she 
opened her eyes she realised it wasn’t the wind that battered 
against her. She had to laugh.
	“What the hell are doing?” She just stood there smiling at 
them as they kept on belting her. Her eyes locked on one of 
them, and the lady instantly stopped swinging the peice of steel 
pipe and stared back into the deepest eyes she had ever seen.
	Then Emma discovered something new once again. She felt 
felt a click within her brain that was like a subtle, painless 
electric shock, and she was aware of everything that the woman 
whose eyes she held was aware of. Emma felt fear, jealousy, 
anger, cunfusion...Who the hell is this slut??
	“I think I might be the biggest threat to society in 
history.” Emma informed the girl, but their minds were still 
linked so that Emma spoke, so did her new toy, even as Emma 
heard the womans own thoughts racing around in her head. she 
realized that the woman was complely under her influence. Emma 
waved her hand around, and the woman started dancing. “I’m the 
most powerful woman ever to walk the face of the Earth. And your 
all my toys now.”
	Emma expanded her control to incude the others who 
attacked her, and made them stop assaulting her and dance around 
the street. Having no trouble with that small group, Emma 
grinned and looked around at the wobbling men. The instant she 
took them into her view thy sprang into various dance steps. 
Emma flew across the street to look into the Retravision window. 
she spotted the steroes, and still hovering outside she madef 
one of the salesmen turn them all on and tune them to her 
favourite radio station. She wanted the people in the street to 
have some music to dance to.
	The new ruler of the world sat atop thin air and looked at 
the town below her, everyone dancing to her tune, as she decided 
how to go about her domination of her all-encompassing realm. 
Releasing the dancers, she wiped their memories. Intending only 
to make them forget the last twenty minutes, she accidently 
sheared five years off each of them.



When Emma arrived in Sydney, she saw the city below her feet in 
a new light. It was her town now. She felt not the slightest 
tinge of fear as she landed in a back-street of Kings Cross. If 
the people in the active street just around the corner had any 
idea of just how little they could do against Emma, they would 
run for the Blue Mountains.
	Looking about her, she saw that a small group of Asian 
teens were were walking along. They smelt funny, she thought, 
her super-keen nose detecting the packets of heroin they 
carried. Emma had heard how dangerous gangs were around the 
Cross, and had to test herself (not for the last time).
	“Hello, boys,” she greeted them, standing there in the 
middle of alley, dumping sexual energies onto the poor hapless 
dealers in tides. They looked at her a moment, then dropped to 
the ground as a group as the blood rushed from their brains. She 
had to laugh, casually hoisting one of her victims from the 
pavement with her left arm, She proceeded to sift through his 
head with her recently discovered telepathic abilities. In less 
time than it took to tie his shoelaces, Emma had learned 
everything that the lad had ever known. Even stuff he himself 
had trouble thinking of sometimes.
	Including information about his boss. And that brought an 
idea to her head, and that idea brought a smile to her face. It 
would be a good start, she decided, if she could single handedly 
clean up Kings Cross. It was an admirable goal, she had made her 
mind. The plan her hyper-active brain developed was a simple 
one. The only reason that the cops hadn’t raided Snake’s place 
was because they had no idea where he was. Emma smiled, and 
kicked her feet to launch back into the night sky, her visit to 
the back streets having given her a new direction.
	
	Jeff ‘Snake’ Waverly had been the top dog around this part 
of Kings Cross for the best part of three years now. A long 
haul, as far he was concerned, for he had worked day and night 
non-stop for the last twenty years, still not for himself.
	“Well. Why are you here if you haven’t got my money?” 
Snake was asking one of his many drug debters. The stick-figure 
junkie was after more credit, a sure sign of a man way over his 
head with his habit. Snake felt there was only one way to help 
anyone in situations like these.
	“C’mon, Snake,” he begged, “You know I’m good for it. I’ll 
have you covered by Thursday, man.”
	“Fucking bullshit you will, Weasle.” Snake looked to one 
of his heavies, and nodded. A blink later, and Weasle was 
screaming his little heart out under the enthusiastic 
administrations of Snake’s oldest busines associate.
	“Find me a hundred and fifety dollars, Weasle, or you’ll 
find yourself talking to Tony here everyday until you do...”
	There was a sudden tap on the door, which made everyone, 
Snake included, go quiet. Snake was expecting no-one. He 
indicated to Tony’s brother to check it out.
	Greg drew his pistol and did as he was silently 
instructed.
	“Who is it?” he asked. There were no peep-holes in this 
cheap building.
	“Open the door, Greg,” a female voice replied, floating 
through the closed timber like the song of a bird. Greg tensed.
	“Who the hell are you?”
	The door burst inward just as Greg reached for the handle, 
and the bulky man was sent flying into Tony. There in the 
doorway, stood a relaxed and very appealing Emma. The effect she 
had on these men was no different. “It’s not who I am, you 
idiots, it’s what I am, and what I’m going to do to you.” Tony 
ran at her to grab her.
	“You’re dead, whore.”
	Emma put her hands on her perfect hips and smiled, 
allowing the gruff man to wack her in the head. Having felt the 
full force of a steel pipe not that long ago, she was aware that 
she now appeared to be invincible. She only continued to smile 
at the startled Tony, who hit her again and again dead in the 
face until his hand was a bloody pulp. Emma wiped her face, 
looking at his wounded hand with a smirk.
	“You’re all under citizens arrest,” she told them coldly. 
“Come along peacefully and no one will get hurt.”
	Those who could still think halfway clearly drew their 
handguns, and aimed them straight at her. A cold feeling spread 
though Emma as she watched the hoodlums fire at her with the 
every gun they had. How could she forget about guns? An icicle 
of fear drove itself deeply into her spine and showed clearly on 
her face, reasuring the confused heavies that they were still in 
control. It was their turn to smile with confidence...however 
briefly
	The bullets flew from the barrels almost simultaneously, 
Emma having no time to react. Everyone in the room was astounded 
by the resulting impact on Emma’s body. The clothes she had 
acquired were shredded as an assortment of bullets rained down 
on her, but instead of a shower of blood, there was a shower of 
lead as the bullets hit the unimaginably tough flesh beneath, 
and shattered harmlessly against it. There was a moment before 
everyone was clear on what had happened, but the pain that 
suddenly seared through them as their own amunition returned on 
them left no doubt.
	Looking around confused, it dawned on Emma that she had 
hardly felt the pathetic impacts, while the richocheting bullets 
had proven to fatal to everyone else in the room. She glanced at 
Tony. who had been closest to her, and quickly dumped the 
contents of his brain into hers before it died completely. For 
some reason, Emma could feel no pity for these evil men at all. 
	The information that Tony unwillingly imparted to Emma 
proved to be very interesting. It turned out that Tony was 
working for someone else. A man very deeply imbedded in 
organised crime. It was then that Snake reapeared, the slimely 
critter having hidden from the backfire behind one of his 
buddies. He jumped up and emptied three rounds into her, only to 
have them bounce right off to imbed themselves uselessly in the 
wall.
	“Good shooting. You hit with every shot.” She tilted her 
head, decided that this scumbag would get off if she gave him to 
the police. “How are you in bed?” she asked him, the question 
reminding him that she was without doubt the most intense woman 
he had ever laid eyes upon. She directed her sexual energies at 
him, loking deeply into his eyes as he fell to his knees under 
her influence. As she sifted through his knowledge, Emma 
discovered to her amusment that the criminal before her was 
strictly homosexual. It surprised her that such a tough looking 
man of a man could be a man of men, the thought putting a smile 
on her lips.
	Emma gave very serious consideration to taking him into 
her, but decided against it. She was still a virgin, after all, 
and when she lost her virginity she wanted it to be with someone 
special. Not some piece of shit drug dealer. But she teased him, 
more to test herself than out of cruelty. But as she floated 
over to him, running both hands over her electrifying body, it 
was the cruelest tease in history.
	Snake could not resist her. Even though in his mind women 
were repulsive, there was something about this super-human chick 
that infected him to the very core. Watching her hands move over 
the irresistable curves of her perfect form tore away any 
control he had over his own body. Snake leapt at her, trying in 
vain to get her down so he could do what he so desperately 
needed to do. This only served to amuse her all the more, and he 
heard he giggle girlishly. My god, he thought...is this just a 
girl? The body was inhumanly mature, but he swore that was a 
teenagers giggle. Then any and all thought was driven from his 
consciousness as Emma placed a hand between his legs.
	“Ha! What’s this? A pupic hair?” she laughed, mocking his 
four-inch whanger even as her touch emptied his head completely. 
“You’re no good to me. I need real man to please this body.”
	She pried herself free of the weak two-hundred-and-twenty 
pound man mountain, snapping his arms and legs quite 
unintentionally. The pain she caused was far outweighed by the 
blinding lust she erupted in him however, and still he smiled in 
foolish pleasure. “Sorry, Snake. I gotta take you in.”
	Emma held him aloft with one hand and smashed out the wall 
next to the window with her free fist. The impact took out most 
of the wall, making a decent doorway to fly through.
	Unsure where the police station was, Emma’s keen eye 
quickly spotted a patrol car and she decided to hand Snake over 
to them. She zoomed down and flew above the cops for moment 
until they stopped at a red light. She landed daintily next to 
the car and instantly had their attention, her first victim held 
casually in the air.
	“Hello, boys. Take care of this scumbag would you? He’s 
got heroin all through his pockets.”
	“Who the hell are you?” One policeman asked, too dazed to 
do anything else but sit there gawking at her, what little she 
wore was riddled with bullet holes and in ruins. The ease with 
which she held up Snake uneased him deeply.
	The question wasn’t one she wanted to answer yet. “You’ll 
find out. Everyone will.” With her free hand she opened the back 
door and placed Snake inside. As she shut the door, the whole 
car jolted to the left. Smiling, Emma launched with a dainty 
kick leaving a dazed audience all around her.


The presence of machine guns eased Martin’s mind. Lately things 
had started to heat up a little and the industry was more 
unstable than ever before. His business associates in the police 
force, associates whose identity was only known to him, were 
getting less co-operative about assisting him. The heat was on, 
some new operation that the pigs had started, and his contacts 
were upping all their fees. to pay them, Martin had to branch 
into new avenues. The as yet untapped resource of the 
“Protection” industry.
	As a result of the last months bloody operations in the 
western suburbs, lots of new enemies in the underworld were 
cropping up. So Martin had moved to his Silverwater mansion and 
posted guards everywhere. He was determined not to fall victim 
to the threats he started to recieve. He had no idea of the 
threat that approached him just now, however. And no-where near 
the kind of protection he would need.
	“We have to get in touch with the Balmain office before 
midnight, Marty,” one of his lawyers was telling him. “They’re 
waiting for your order.”
	“You call them. I’m going to work out.”
	It was favourite way to ease out of reality for a while. 
His expensively equipped gym was his drug. He liked the idea 
that while the drug he sold wasted people away, the one he had 
continued to build him up.
	“What should I say?”
	“We both know that it was that rat bastard Smithy. Waste 
him.”
	His lawyer was worried. So some money had gone 
missing...why did he find more pleasure in killing suspects than 
recovering the cash? Anyway, the decision was made, and now he 
would have to make the trip down to a phone booth somewhere and 
call in with Martin’s orders. Outside the wind was gusting. 
There was a storm on the way, and Frank the lawyer pulled his 
long Gucci coat around his face as he walked to his car. As he 
pressed a button on his keyring, the drivers door swung open on 
its own. His BMW was his pride and joy. He hopped in and started 
it up, glancing up at the gathering clouds. He swore he saw 
something in the treetops near the house, but dismissed it and 
left on his mission. 
	
	Emma wasn’t sure if the man in the BMW saw her, but he 
didn’t seem to. A cursory examination of his brain told her who 
he was, and where he was going. She follwed the sleek car, 
closeing the distance at her leisure. There was no way she was 
going to let him make that phone call. No super-hero would, she 
told herself. Martin was going nowhere for the time being.
	The lawyer led her into the backstreets, and as soon as 
there was no other cars around she made her move. Emma swooped 
gracefully from the sky to hover next to the drivers side window 
as the car moved along. He didn’t notice her straight away, but 
as they passed under a streetlight he jumped when he realised 
there was a gorgoeus brunette keeping pace beside his car. He 
was terrified to realise that she wasn’t touching the ground, 
the shock almost making him crash. Only his keen driving skills 
saved him from driving straight into someones front yard.
	She could sense his confused fear as Frank floored the 
accelerator and tore off ahead. She only smiled and increased 
her speed to match his. “I know how much you like you car, 
Frank,” she told him, sending the words booming directly into 
his brain. “Stop the car or I’ll stop it.”
	Frank swerved toward her, but Emma’s lightning reflexes 
allowed her plenty of time to react and avoid his cumbersome 
vehicle. Cleverly, Frank took a sharp turn into another street. 
When he checked over his shoulder he breathed a sigh of relief. 
No sign of the incredible flying girl. But when he turned back 
around, there she was in front of him, lying on the bonnet 
leaning on her elbow with her perfect face inches from the 
glass. She was smiling and had to laugh as he swerved from side 
to side trying to dislodge her. She ran her fingers around in 
circles on the bonnet, leaving deep indentations before driving 
her small feminine finger through the weak panel.
	“You didn’t stop Frank. But that’s okay, we don’t need to 
stop.”
	She reached out tapped a knuckle hard on the bullet-proof 
windscreen, which shattered inwards and left her helpless victim 
covered in a hundred small cuts. She slid up the bonnet as he 
started to scream, pushing the roof up until it tore from the 
front pillars and she rested in her knees. She reached down to 
grab him, but just before her hand reached him the uncontrolled 
car ploughed throug a fence and smashed into the old direlict 
house beyond.
	Emma floated to her feet and looked around at the 
destroyed house. She stood before the ruins of Franks beamer and 
smiled. The car was unrecognisable, destroyed by an impact that 
hadn’t even messed her hair. She savoured again the feeling of 
invulnerablility that engulfed her as she ran a hand up the 
front of her thigh to rub her unbelievably firm abs. 
	Reaching down, Emma found the top of the range BMW was as 
light as a tennis ball. She smashed through the back the house, 
the timber giving way to her as though she walked through paper 
walls. She dumped the car and realised that Frank was dead. She 
had hoped to get a lot of information from him, but it was too 
late now. His dead mind was useless. Leaping a kilometre into 
the air before engaging her flight powers, Emma made her way 
back to Martin’s defenseless home.