Mob-Girl 2
By Dru



Emily was a long way up before realised that she had only done a super-jump.
She wasn't actually flying. Gravity reasserted itself, and she began a
twelve-thousand foot swan dive. She'd arced up so high that her descent took
into the mountains north of Metropolis. Emily panicked, forgetting all about
Superman as the ground rushed up toward her. Branches were shattered from the
massive trees, doing little by way of slowing her down, and then she hit the
ground explosively...chunks of rock and earth flying in all directions as a
cloud of smaller particles billowed up to form a dusty haze.

Sitting up in the crater, Emily happily inspected her undamaged body. She
pushed down with her hands, launching herself two hundred feet in the air. She
came down neatly on her feet, her strong legs taking the impact easily.
Drawing a deep breath, aware that the leaves disturbed all around her, Emily
stretched her arms and closed her eyes. Concentrating hard, she willed herself
into the air. The pressure of the ground on her soles fell away, and Emily
exalted in unaided flight. She opened her eyes, and grinned at the ground as
she rose higher and higher above it. Looking around, she was dazzled by the
fact that she really was flying.

"Let's see you hijack me, Osama!" she declared, accelerating upward.

Emily spent the next three hours mastering her power of flight. At first she
had trouble steering, and when she worked that out she had trouble slowing
down. But after some thinking and experimenting she was performing loops and
barrel rolls. After a bit more work at it, Emily was soaring low through the
mountains dodging tree and outcroppings. Ducking into a canyon she stopped her
rapid descent and flew along inches above the river. The river disappeared
into a cave, the canyon having caved in her centuries ago. She smiled and
reached forward with her fists. Accelerating into the ancient pile of rocks
Emily blasted through them like a torpedo through water, the boulders
violently destroyed by the impact. Watching the larger pieces fly for many
miles up the canyon with her, Emily was once again astounded by the sheer
power Superman had once possessed. No wonder her father had trouble killing
him.

Pulling up into drifting clouds Emily passed through them at mach three, and
accelerated west. She was astonished by how small the world had become in the
last few minutes. The terrain rolled by seventy thousand feet below, her
super-sight marking landmarks as they flashed by far below. She crossed state
after state, her passage causing dramatic turbulence and confusing the weather
patterns.

"Alright Superman. Now I'll deal with you."

Heading back out to the coast Emily followed it south. Realising she was going
need some new clothes she stopped over a small town. Spotting a trendy
surf-shop, she plummeted through the roof and landed in the ladies wear
section. The explosive entrance knocked over everything that wasn't bolted
down, including the people.

Ignoring them, not wanting to introduce herself to the world naked, Emily
picked out a simple string bikini and tied it onto her body with great care.
Looking at the closest man, who was drooling at her phenomenally healthy
curves, she asked him: "Does this look good on me?"

The blank eyed surfer said nothing, just standing there with his mouth open
salivating over her beautiful form.

"Pervert," she accused, dropping him across the room with a punch to the gut.
Grabbing a short skirt, Emily put that on as well, then left using the door.
It was quite a while before anyone in the shop spoke.

As soon as she got outside Emily stepped up into the air and accelerated a few
thousand feet into the sky before turning toward Metropolis. Reaching the city
in moments, Emily was dismayed to realise how long she'd been gone. Superman's
tracks were very cold. He could be halfway to Mexico for all she knew.

Making several sweeps of the city and the surrounding suburbs, Emily scanned
the area thoroughly for the red cape, but it was no good. He must have changed
into civilian clothes by now.

"He's not going anywhere," Emily thought aloud, slowing to drift over the
bustling business district.

There were a lot of cars and infinitely more pedestrians, every one of them
going about their own little business. It amazed Emily how much it all looked
like a giant ant hill. From such a distance there seemed very little sense to
the lines of streets or the chaotic sprawl of suburbia. As she drifted about,
thinking up a way to introduce herself to the world, Emily spotted the prison.

"Why not?" she thought, dropping down low above the rooftops and turning
toward the gaol. Her father had been locked up for nearly a year, so rescuing
him was overdue really.

The thick stone walls became transparent as she blinked them away. Her father
was at work in the library, sorting out his next load. The other inmates were
working too, all of them slaving away at menial tasks. The number of guards
surprised her. There were none watching her father, but the video camera sat
still and quiet in the corner. Following the wiring through to the source, she
discovered two men in a secured room watching a wall of monitor and eating
peanuts.

They were on the top floor, so Emily thought it easier to take them out first.
Hovering over the roof, she lowered herself down slowly, and stamped a foot
down. She was careful not to put much into it, but the hole extended all the
way to the wall as the pieces fell hard on the two men and their equipment.
She was about to go in and take on the two guards, looking forward to testing
her new strength in a fight. But she saw that her kick had done all the work:
the chunks of cement and reo bar had destroyed the computers, killed the
guards, and blocked the security door.

Flying over to the library Emily landed on the roof. She didn't want to kill
her father...that was no way to free him...so she was careful not to go too
fast as she pushed down with both feet. The concrete cracked under her
scrunched toes and her feet began sinking as she slid through the roof to land
gently on the floor.

The five prisoners on the library roster stared in stunned amazement as a
gorgeous full bodied woman came feet first through the thick ceiling. Their
erections pulsed harder when they saw her smiling face. Except for one...her
fathers'.

"Hello daddy. Look what I did!" She put her hands on her hips and stood
proudly on a half foot of air.

Her father stepped back, gawking at her. He found no words until one of his
fellow prisoners moved forward and reached for her with lust.

"Hey!" Moving to stop the aroused man, who hadn't seen a woman in five years
and never one as perfectly built as the one in front of him now, Carlos "The
Breaker" Lahey saw that his daughter needed no protection. She moved her arm
up, and the guy who had tried to jump her was thrown up into the roof. He
didn't pass through it as she had done.

"Emily...?"

"It's me, Dad. I defeated Superman and stole all his powers." She looked at
the biggest man in the room. No doubt her fathers hired protection. "Watch
this," she said, giving her father a wink. Two tiny beams shot from her eyes
as she tested her heat vision on a man for the first time. Her victim held up
his hands to hold off the searing beams, but they disintegrated along with his
upper body...leaving his legs to fall in two different directions.

As the unique odour of overcooked human drifted to his nostrils Carlos had to
sit down. One of the other men puked while Carlos tried to understand what was
going on.

"No time to waste, Dad," Emily told him, getting behind his chair. Grasping it
she lifted her father into the air, and then hovered carefully through the
hole in the roof.

Carlos gripped the seat in terror as he found himself soaring up and away from
the prison he'd been trapped in for ten months. The city spread out around
him, growing smaller as daughter climbed and turned toward the family
compound. Carlos felt the warm arm of his daughter at his side and a sense of
pride welled up in him. Before Emily put him down on the estate lawn Carlos
was making plans.

The ability Clark was missing the most right now was his super-speed. It had
taken him an exceedingly long time to get home and change out of his
super-suit, and his body was exhausted from the effort. What would have taken
just a few seconds took nearly an hour.

Grabbing the phone and punching numbers he hesitated before entering the last
two digits. He guessed them wrong, and had to apologise to the lady who
answered. Picking up the phone book he looked up the number for the Daily
Planet.

"Good afternoon, you have reached the Daily Planet. How can I help you today?"

"Put me through to Mr. White."

"May I ask who's calling?"

"It's Clark Kent."

"One moment please..."

The phone clicked and cheap chimes rang out a subdued version of Blue Moon in
his ear until Perry's voice ended the on-hold torture.

"Clark? Where the hell are you, son? It's after two..."

"Something's happened, Mr. White. Something's happened to Superman."

"What in blazes are you talking about, Clark?"

"I met him this morning and we were both abducted by thugs."

"Thugs? Superman abducted by thugs?"

"They had kryptonite."

"Kryptonite?!"

"Mr. White...it gets worse. They had some kind of machine. It drained his
powers and gave them to someone else. A criminal."

"You better come into the office, Clark."

"No...she'll be looking for me."

"She?"

"It's a woman. A young woman. We have to warn people, Perry."

"Are you at home?"

"I'm getting some things and going to Jimmy's. I haven't got time to call him;
can you tell him to meet me there within the hour?"

"Sure thing, Clark. Don't forget your lap-top. I want a list of the facts at
least by four, or we'll get nothing out for the morning edition."

"I'm on it, Mr. White."

"Call me from Jimmy's."