MobGirl12
By Dru



Emily wasn't sure anything had happened at first. A little worried she may
have stripped herself of her Kryptonian powers, she floated up a little to
make sure it was still possible. But the red glow had done its work, and she
found floating required less effort now. Looking around she saw through the
walls of the Fortress and found no problem seeing everything all the way to
the horizon. Not that there was much to see besides snow.

Unsure which way to go, Emily put on a little burst upward, until the wind
stopped blowing her hair and she put on the brakes. The sudden discharge of
energy so close to the snow created a large steaming moat around the Fortress
of Solitude. Looking back, Emily smiled and contemplated how powerful she had
become now. With the strength of one Kryptonian she had been unstoppable. With
all that times two, Emily felt nothing short of godlike.

Curiously taking a breath in the void, she found the sensation strange. Though
she sucked as hard as she could, she couldn't get a breath. Unsure what would
happen if she lost all the air in her lungs, Emily re-entered the atmosphere
over Metropolis. Slowing to peaceful mach 3, she saw the city as she had never
seen it before. It reminded her, she thought with amusement, of the first time
she had used her DVD player with a projector. Remembering her father, she
decided to make sure he was alright.

It hadn't been ten minutes since Hung Hyi had sent for the Breaker. But
already the proud mobster was sorry he'd asked Emily to wait outside.

"Another, Carlos?" Hyi asked, gesturing to Miss Lu.

The small but deadly woman struck Carlos in the gut. The other three members
of her team roughed up Rudall and Kirkland.

"Where do you get your balls? Men like you are rare, old friend."

"We'll see who's fucking rare, you slope eyiiiahh!" Breaker was painfully
interrupted by Miss Lu's hand in his crotch.

"Thank you, Miss Lu."

Before Hung could say another word there was a huge crash from above, as
though someone had dropped a bomb on the place. It was followed by another,
making everyone look up. Then the main beam in the ceiling started to bow, the
timber groaning like a Spanish galleon. Even the wounded moved quickly to the
walls as the curving ceiling reached its stress limit. The beam cracked and
fell to the floor, a cloud of dust and splinters settling all around it.

"Just what do you think you bitches are doing?" Emily demanded sternly. She
hovered in the sizable opening looking down on the small group.

"Emily! Where were you?"

"I'll tell you later, Dad."

Hung Hyi took a moment to understand that the Daily Planet stories were true
after all. While Miss Lu and her friends gaped at Emily with open fear, he set
his mind to finding a way out of his unlikely predicament.

Only Carlos and Kirkland were smiling now. Emily descended and touched her
naked feet to the rug, right then left, regarding the Chinese criminals with
arrogant distaste. "Well?" she asked, "Are you just going to stand there?"

For a moment no-one moved. Miss Lu looked her opponent over, noting that the
young woman's stance was that of a spoilt Westerner. The dramatic entrance was
the only thing that made Miss Lu aware this woman was a foe to be feared.

"So you can fly," she sneered, taking up a ready stance. "Let's see if you can
fight!" The Asian assassin moved in quickly and ferociously. Upon seeing their
leader's brave assault, the other three member of Miss Lu's team moved in as
well.

Hung felt a chill as he watched events unfold. The one known to the Metropolis
as Mob-Girl made no attempt to protect herself despite the eager assaults of
four fully trained masters of several martial-arts disciplines. Hung knew that
just one of the blows his ladies were laying on Emily Lahey would kill any
normal man, and he saw hundreds land cleanly in all the right places.

Emily just smiled at them and waited patiently for them to realize just how
far she was out of their league. They kept going, even after they had broken
their fists and forearms. To Emily it was like being the centre of attention
in a pillow-fight, except the pillowcases seemed to be filled with balloons.
One by one they stepped away, one of them tearfully cradling her elbow having
recently destroyed it on Mob-Girl's exposed mid-drift.

"Your problem, ladies," Emily told them, taking on the tone of her old gym
teacher, "Is that you lack any style at all. Watch and learn."

Emily assumed a deliberately poor boxing stance, with her feet touching and
fists loose. Sick of her whining, Emily stood in front of the teary eyed girl
and delivered a slow left to her shoulder.

Hung could clearly see that the Westerner pulled the punch, and though she
hadn't put much into it to begin with the effects on the target were
impressive. The crying girl snapped back with frightening force, and collapsed
in a wrecked heap leaving a clear impression on the wall above. She didn't
make any more noise after that.

Miss Lu attacked with desperately powerful kicks, but after slamming her foot
twice on the side of Emily's abdomen she found herself in too much pain for
another strike.

Emily turned with a smile, lifting her knee smoothly to waist height. "Kicking
like that won't get you anywhere," she declared, and brought her foot up. Miss
Lu's stomach crumpled around Emily's bare foot, and the doomed woman slammed
deep into an undamaged section of roof. Before she had hit the floor another
felt the tremendous force of Emily's gentle play-fighting. A backhanded slap
on the confused warrior's cheek demolished her face and sent her sprawling
across the floor. The last one tried to run, making for the door. But as she
took her second step Emily appeared in her path. "Going somewhere?" she asked,
tilting her head curiously.

The last of Miss Lu's small team backed away, staring into the deepest eyes
she had ever seen. Then she was looking at the door, and she backed into
something behind her. Something warm, something very hard. Before she could
turn, the trained assassin felt a heavy vice clamped down ruthlessly on her
shoulder. The ball and cup of her shoulder joint merged under the incredible
pressure, drawing an agonized cry from the owners lips and driving her to her
knees.

Emily was startled to feel the Asian woman disintegrate in her grasp so
easily. She had intended to be firm, but her strength proved even greater than
expected. Closing her hand completely, Emily had to catch the arm as it fell
away. Using the limb as a club, she knocked the woman across the side of the
head, the blow spinning the shocked victim into the floor. Focusing her eyes
down over her own incredibly firm body, she vaporized the gore from her skin
and indestructible clothes.

Emily turned to see where Hung Hyi was. He was standing behind her father, the
small pistol in his hand held firmly against Breaker's temple. In his beaten
state, there was little Carlos could do.

"Nice show, super-bitch. Now hold it right there."

"What are trying to do?"

"You might be fast, Emily. But I don't think you're that fast. I'm leaving
now, and Breaker here will be accompanying me. Try and stop me, and I'll kill
your father."

"You aren't going anywhere," she told him firmly, putting her hands on her
hips and stepping forward.

"Come any closer, and the papers will be calling you the Super-Orphan."

"Okay." Looking at the arm holding the gun, Emily employed her enhanced visual
talents to find the tendon connected to the trigger finger. Pin-point
laser-beams burst from the centre of her pupils to sever it, rendering his
digit useless. He cried out, and quickly tried to change fingers, but before
he could Emily had her hand on his. There was a sickening crunch before she
applied much pressure, and when she released him the flesh of his hand and the
steel of the gun had merged into a single gory pulp.

"Now then. I think you better apologise to Daddy for being such a bad host." A
flick of Emily's middle finger on his chest sat Hung hard on the floor.

"Thank you, Emily." All Breaker's anger at Emily having left it so long to
show up had evaporated in light of her display. "I think I'll have a little
chat with my friend here for a while. Why don't you clean up the rest of the
club?"

"I think I'll clean up the whole district," Emily told him cheerfully, flexing
and feeling her subtly buff bicep. "I'm so powerful now steel feels like
cotton-candy."

"Have fun," Carlos smiled, and kicked Hung Hyi in the face.

"I will." Turning toward the door, she hovered toward it. Without slowing she
passed through the thick cell door and into the hallway. Already knowing the
layout of the place, Emily went up smoothly through the ceiling and passed
explosively through two walls to the main club floor. Landing in the resulting
cloud of dust, her feet further damaging debris on the floor, Emily grinned at
the patrons who were all backing away. One got a spark of recognition in his
face, pointing and said something in Chinese. Then they all left toward the
exits as though there was a fire. Emily let them run a moment, but before the
first one got to the door she was there, barring all passage.

"Sorry folks. No-one is getting out." Emily was going to play with them for a
while. Leaning forward a little and blowing with wise caution, Emily watched
them lean into her gentle breath and struggle to maintain their positions.
They started to lean further forward, only to be swept away as Emily put a
little bit more into it.

The bouncers had been trying to take her from behind with cruelly shaped
daggers since Emily had landed in the doorway. Spinning around she grabbed the
bulking men by their necks, being very careful not to decapitate them. She
would have to learn, she decided, to be more careful.

Closing the big doors with more success, she squished a few pressure welds
into the gap. Remembering that there were other doors, Emily flew to the next
one. Spotting a couple who had escaped she incinerated them, igniting several
vehicles and a building across the street. As she closed and sealed the second
door, someone whacked her with a baseball bat from behind. Letting them get a
few more healthy swings in before turning, she thought about how brave this
pathetic person was.

"I hope there are more around like you," she mused. Then she noticed that his
baseball bat wasn't a bat at all. It was sword. He swang it again, right at
her throat and Emily lifted her chin to make sure he saw what happened when
his redundant weapon came home. Smiling, she noted a hairline fracture had
appeared in his forearm. Suddenly Emily was beside him, her inner thigh gently
touching his waist and an arm draped seductively over his shoulder. "Come fly
with me," she suggested, and zoomed through a wall on her way to the last
exit. When she landed at the last public entrance, her passenger was no longer
with her.

"Hey!" Emily called out to the dozen or so people who had made it out, her
voice carrying several suburbs and shattering nearby windows. But that was not
all her yell did. Everything directly in front of her was hit by a tremendous
wave of pleasantly warm air and sent tumbling dramatically into buildings that
weren't holding down much better. Surprised that she could destroy things so
easily, Emily puckered up and blew a little harder. The buildings before her
instantly collapsed and pieces of them flew into the air. Turning her head to
the side she cleared the street of everything, including the post boxes, for
seven blocks. Looking the other way, she tried something different and drew
air deep into her lungs. A taxi and a few other vehicles slid along the tar as
the people standing around them were dragged toward Emily's wicked half smile.
She stopped before anyone hit her, and reversed the flow. Blowing as though
cooling a bowl of soup Emily watched in fascination as the vehicles, people,
bench-seats and garbage bins hurtled up the road in wake of her breath. She
wasn't blowing nearly so hard as when she'd taken down Fat Jimmy's
goon-mobiles, and yet the results proved to be much more destructive on the
environment. Not a single awning or street sign remained when she closed her
lips and ended the chaos as suddenly as it had begun. Flying up above the club
to see how far the damage stretched she got a thrill to see one or two cars
still in the air, and watched them come down on the traffic twelve blocks away

The crowd inside had moved upstairs, some smarter people smashing windows and
making new doors. But the windows were made of security glass. No expense was
spared when Hung built the place. He had intended his club to stand for
centuries.

Wandering over slowly, looking on as they began more energetic chair-swinging.
Realizing the woman they were attempting to escape was almost upon them, the
group moved quickly to another window further away. As Emily continued to pace
toward them, loving the way they sweated and yelled franticly at each other,
someone was shooting at her. Then another Uzi was blasting away from roughly
the same angle. Rising up off the floor and turning toward them, Emily wafted
up a little and presented herself openly to the two gunmen. They were standing
near the stairs, one of them crouched on one knee. Their guns were soon empty,
but others had joined them. Three guys came out from behind the bar to Emily's
right and opened fire with AK-47's. The bigger bullets were appreciated, and
Emily flew closer to them while the first two reloaded.

"You guys are good shots."

They emptied their guns, and then ducked below the bar to reload. Letting the
two Uzi's behind her massage her rear, the incredibly strong Emily smashed her
fist down on the bar. Expensive timber exploded into a cloud of sawdust and
small splinters, and the three men who sought safety behind it were sliced and
diced in the process. What little remained of the bar collapsed a moment
later, and behind her she could hear the frightened gunmen reloading. Emily
turned and wandered toward them, holding up her fist she blew the dust off it.
Her unintentionally overpowered puff tore a hole in the staircase nearly big
enough to drive a Buick through. There wasn't much left of the two men or
their weapons.

Tearing a piece from the over-sized steel handrail, she honed in on the group
still trying vainly to shatter the window. Without looking, she tossed the
heavy lump of metal over her shoulder like passing a basketball. Putting in a
little flick with fingers, she sent it at them faster than a missile. The
explosive impact knocked a hole in the wall, and took out the whole lot of
them. Inspecting her work with a quick look over her shoulder, Emily flew
upstairs to see what getting mobbed was like.

Hung Hyi's security staff were waiting. As her bar toes touched the polished
floor, a shotgun was shoved in her face.

"Eat this!"

Emily obliged, and wrapped her lips around both barrels. The surprised gunman
pulled both triggers, and the gun blasted noisily into Emily's mouth. Her
cheeks barely puffed as the hot lead pellets bounced around in her mouth like
crackling candy. Biting through the gun, finding it similar to it was an
overripe banana, she let him get a good look at the ruined barrel while she
chewed and swallowed the hardened metal.

"Thank you."

The wide eyed man swang the butt at her head. She stopped it so suddenly a
mere inch from her cheek that his shoulder was dislocated. The fool held on as
she flicked wrist and released him into and through one of the shatter-proof
windows.

Given an on open line of fire, the remaining elite of Hung Hyi's thugs used
every tool of death at their disposal on the scantily clad super-girl. But
rather than kill or even inflict pain, their efforts brought an unnervingly
playful grin to their targets face. The bullets occasionally left tiny
splatters of lead as they bounced chaotically from her hypnotic curves. The
only damage done was the destruction of the surrounding area.

Emily closed her eyes, and concentrated on speeding her senses up so she could
enjoy it all more. She grew confused as the noise stopped and bullets no
longer rebounded from her impenetrable skin. Opening her eyes, she saw
everything was moving so slowly that the bullets were coming at her like
curious dragonflies.. The gunmen and the crowd behind them hardly seemed to
move at all. She flew around the room, and laughed at them. How could they
possibly hope to defeat her, when she could kill all of them in a single
heartbeat and not have to hurry?

Picking out two of the huddled patrons, Emily flew back and landed in the
gunfire. Slowing her metabolism back to a normal rate, she saw that the two
men in her hands were dead before the bullets bounced off her and tore them to
pieces. The movement at super-speed had cooked and broken their bodies, but
the gunmen weren't phased by the illusion that the two victims had just
appeared in her hand and been shot. They continued shooting as she strode
toward them.