Not The One - part 12
By Dru



Susan darted through a nebula, her eyes drinking in the colourful clouds.
There seemed to be no reason for the bizarre formation of gases, no rhyme in
the swirling mists of greens and reds. Chaotic in its beauty, it amused her a
while before she burst from the huge cloud and arced her eyes across a
gigantic area of space. Her eyes pierced through the cloud of stars that
formed the young galaxy she was exploring and examined the billions of other
galaxies beyond. The Milky Way was there, zooming toward her as she magnified
it. It kept growing until she could pick out stars, asteroids and other deep
space phenomena never documented by astronomers on Earth. Coming to rest a
hundred thousand miles over the nebula, she tested her memory of the Milky
Way. Finding the sun after a few anxious second, the system it powered filled
her vision across billions of light years. Zooming in on the Earth she found a
little pride well in her as she realised it really was the best planet in the
universe.

Blinking back to her present location, Susan stretched and accelerated out of
the developing galaxy toward an older, far larger mass of stars. There was a
lot more than just good scenery to be found here, she had found an evil empire
to destroy. But fate had other plans for her this day.

"Cherone, wait here."

Cherone never questioned her master. She not as immune to the cold as he was,
but the vacuum didn't bother too much. Shivering helped a lot. From the shadow
of the desert world she watched the heartless man who believed himself to be
an all-powerful god (true as far Cherone knew) got ready to pounce. They had
followed the streak of the one he sought into this massive cloud of stars and
waited ahead in ambush. Consciously, Cherone wanted her master to defeat his
target, but a deeper part of her wanted him to die.

Susan slowed down and narrowly avoided a dark asteroid. Her mind was
elsewhere, gathering information about the race of domineering space farers
she was about to fight. The way they thought was as ugly as the language that
formed their disgusting ideas. These violent creatures had become a virus,
masquerading under a company logo, throughout a large part of their galaxy.
Their ships were so vast in numbers that in places they formed mists.
Searching for a battle, she found and explored the minds of the Company's
opposition. A portion of the Company's own had seen the error of death-driven
policies, and formed a group who thought of themselves as The Independent.
T.I. had access to all the weapons and technology that the Company had. Vast
resources were re-routed to T.I. controlled factories, and production had
exceeded expectations. They were almost ready, but Company battle groups were
already onto them. There had been an ambush at training camp, and now the less
experienced half of T.I. pilots were engaged in the struggle to survive. The
laser fire tearing through the void made a spectacular show, the beams lancing
off weakening shields, occasionally hitting and piercing hull plates. The
larger ships moved about to form a blockade. Licking her lips and rubbing her
abdomen, Susan accelerated a little. She would...BANG!! An unexpected
impact...

Kryall withdrew his wall of will, and zoomed toward the unprepared and
undisciplined ring-bearer. It had taken Kryall centuries to fully understand
the power of his ring, and he knew from the foolish message he received that
this woman had held her power for less time than it took him to destroy a
galaxy.

"You are not the one," he told her, his evil eyes projecting a field of pain.
"Give me your ring."

She writhed a moment, struggling to raise a hand. From her palm shot a green
beam that blocked his. Kryall cursed and used his rage, but the insolent woman
didn't cave in as he expected her to. He could sense that she was
inexperienced, her power raw and unfocused. But despite the concentration of
all he could muster, she held him off. He realised that she was checking him
out, examining her enemy.

"That's right," she spoke, her words forming in his mind. "I want to know
who's trying to kill me."

"You are a fast learner, but you can't defeat my power, little miss."

Kryall's adversary was suddenly enveloped in a starburst of brilliant heat.
And while she adjusted to the temperature Kryall moved in and tried to snatch
the ring off her finger.

"Oh no you don't." Grabbing his hand, the strength of her grip drawing a
surprised look from the eons old Kryall, the smaller ring-bearer blasted from
the galaxy at the speed of thought.

Confused, Kryall tried to break free, but something was wrong here.

"Something is wrong, Kryall," Susan told her captive. "You're wearing a ring
that doesn't belong to you."

Stopping in the deep space void, far from any galaxies, Susan released Kryall
and confidently allowed him to gather himself together. Smiling, she thought
about how to deal with him.

"." Kryall used his mind to wrestle with hers, but found himself pinned with a
force he had never thought existed. Susan explored his long memories, sickened
by the visions she saw him take so much pride in she concentrated on learning
his skills and then released him.

"I don't know how did you do that, but it won't be enough." He lurched
forward, hurling a fist as fast as thought. Be was stunned to have his fist
clutched in a vice-like gip. The pain that followed drew a scream from his
lungs that went unheard despite it's powerful source. He gripped at her hand
trying to free himself, trying to pry her ring from her finger.

"Even if you get that off, I'll still kill you, Kryall." She held up her other
hand, and showed him the second ring she had acquired. "But before you become
a mortal again, tyrant, I could use your help with something."

Susan looked into his eyes, the fear that flooded his mind when he realised
that she had twice his power filled her with warm reassurance. She nodded as
his dreams of ruling all of reality were crushed. Susan changed, opening the
channels and drawing in tides of pure energy. Finding his mind was now
completely pliable, she smiled and accessed him fully. Closing her fingers on
his invulnerable hand, she enjoyed his pain.

"That's right, Kryall. You're in trouble. You weren't the first to come, and I
hope you're not the last." The void protected the galaxies nearby as Susan
started to use the incredible power in her body. She looked over her left
shoulder, scanning the galaxies for a world with an atmosphere she stole a
third of the gases and dragged them into a sphere around the two ring-bearers.
Distance was no obstacle. Tasting the air she had found, she withdrew from
Kryall's disgusting mind and watched him react to a flood of overcharged
pheromones. A mixture of pain and stupefying pleasure washed over his
features, if not for his ring he would be dead. His eyes focused as best they
could on her body, the clothes she had been wearing gone. He flew to her,
tearing his own clothes away and ravishing her. Susan enjoyed it immensely. It
reminded her of the sex she once had with Mark.

"I didn't bring the air here to hear you grunting, Kryall," she told him.
Playing around with the energy she embodied, her skin began to glow softly
with a greenish tinge, and Kryall stopped enjoying himself.

Kryall arched back, driving himself deep inside her only as a side effect. She
changed the whole nature of the situation. The airborne chemicals were still
right, his desire stronger than he had thought possible, but her touch no
longer brought him pleasure. Wherever her skin touched his, jagged shards of
ice cold yet white hot agony sparked through Kryall's nerve endings. A thin
field of pure pain was covering her flesh. He pushed away, the palms of his
hands igniting in an inferno of crackling persecution. Though he had filled
himself with all the power he had, Kryall was unable to drive the pain from
his mind or escape her. He had made a terrible mistake.

"Scream for me," she whispered, knowing it to be his favourite catchphrase. He
complied enthusiastically, making her smile. She kept him paralysed, every
nerve in his body taking up the chorus as the field left her body, moving to
cover him. As it smothered him his screams went up half an octave. She used
his arched form and tensed penis for a long time. She wasn't sure how long she
kept him there screaming , but it was the best sex she ever had. He was harder
than any man she known, yet for some reason he didn't cum once.

"Alright then," she pushed him away, removing the misty green pain from his
body. "Unless you want to go another round I suggest you take off that ring."

He recovered quickly from the pain, his constitution still as powerful as the
day he read the council's plea for help. "You can't kill me while I wear
it..."

"No. But I can do this to you..." Susan looked at his big bursting body, and
griped it with the tendrils of her thoughts. His facial expression rewarded
her as she squeezed a little, getting a good grip. Unable to deny the primal
urges holding him so thoroughly gave her, Susan closed her eyes and massaged
herself with her hands while she massaged Kryall with her mind. At first the
invading ring-bearer enjoyed her novel administrations, but his smile faded
when Susan orgasmed. Her intense pleasure rocked through her mental system,
crushing him like an egg, only the ring he wore repaired the ruptured organs
and broken bones as she came back from her peak. He found her enveloping full
body massage helped him recover from the new level of pain he had just
experienced. It lasted a few minutes before he heard her breath quickening
again, and felt her firm pulsing grasp intensify. Then she climaxed again,
watching him shrink and mush inside her mental compactor. Holding him there,
she came again, then slowly brought herself down. As Kryall reformed, his
screams lashed violently on her ear drums.

"You've got such a nice body. I wonder if it will come back different this
time?" She stroked her own superfit body, and languished in pleasure as she
massaged him more thoroughly than before, his screams letting her know it was
worthwhile. When she exploded with an orgasm that surpassed the previous two,
he became a bloody blob the size of a guitar.

"NO!" he screamed, trying to move. But Susan ignored him and proceeded to
enjoy herself. When she stopped, she could see sanity was no longer a part of
his mental outlook.

"Perhaps you want to reconsider? It's alright if you don't... this is fun for
me."

As soon as she drew her mind back from his limbs, he shook his left hand over
to his ring and pulled it off. The blank look on his face changed as the
intense power he had wielded for so many millennia faded from his body and
mind. Susan held out her hand.

"Put it on me."

He sagged in the atmosphere Susan kept pressurised around them, as he slipped
the strange metal band onto Susan's waiting finger. The ring shrank to fit
comfortably, and she felt a flood of power wash over her while his body went
to shit..

Exploring his mind and gaining thousands of years of his memories, Susan
realised she was truly unworthy of the rings she wore. It would be all too
easy to take Kryall's example and become an all-powerful tyrant. Looking at
him, she found it hard to believe he had once been a caring individual.
However, before he had been given the ring by his benefactors Kryall had been
a doctor. Corrupted, as Susan now knew she was, by the sudden influx of
incomprehensible power, he had given himself completely to his darkest urges.
He dominated his home universe so completely that soon he had no enemies, and
became bored. Then he discovered the entertainment of torture, and as he
wandered his universe he had plenty of entertainment.

Not wanting to know any more, Susan withdrew from his head and shook her own
in disgust.

"You're really something, Kryall. Have a good think about how stupid you are.
You could have done so many wonderful things with your home, but what did you
do?" She paused a moment, but he just gaped at her, drooling. "You turned it
shit, Kryall. Took all that potential and twisted up into a bunch of
dead-ends. And then you come here wanting more power. Wanting my power. But
I'm too much for you, aren't I? And now look at yourself." A mirror appeared
in front of him as Susan blinked it across a billion or so light years.

Kryall sagged lower. His frame no longer shone with the power he had thrived
on. His mortality had returned...he realised with decaying horror that he
would one day die. Death had been a pleasant thing to forget about. Memories
of the religious leaders telling him of his well earned damnation rung in his
ears, those vehement cries having stayed in his mind unheard for countless
lifetimes now turned him pale.

"I should take you back to your home, and let them deal with you. They deserve
that. But you don't, Kryall. Nothing they could do to you would repay you for
the depravity you dropped every living thing into."

"I let them live!" he cried.

"And I shall let you live, Kryall. For a long time."

Cherone waited for her master to teleport her, but he never did. The day
dawned and sank back away many times before she found out what had happened.

"You come to kill me?"

The voice in head turned her pale. She couldn't see anyone.

"I can see you, Cherone. In fact, I can see right through you."

Cherone gulped as it dawned on her that her master had been defeated. A new
fear overcame her: the fear of the unknown.

Teleporting stuff the way Kryall had unwilling taught her made fetching
Cherone a breeze. Materializing in place of the mirror, the beautiful
concubine of Kryall looked about nervously.

"Master...what has happened to you?"

"Bad things seem to happen when people piss me off," Susan told her. "Your
boss is powerless, so you can drop the 'master' bullshit."

Cherone's eyes darted up to widen at the sight of Susan hovering there. As she
looked in to the powerful woman's eyes, she became hypnotised by the depths of
them.

Before Cherone had blinked, Susan had taken her memories.

"I won't kill you, Cherone. You've got a good heart." Proving her point, Susan
doubled the endowment that Kryall had entrusted with.

"What have you done to me?" she asked, at first fearful as her body tingled.

"Don't thank me," Susan began, "because in a way you will be punished with
your lover."

The empty space around the trio blurred and shifted. The sparsely speckled
void brightened into a blinding light, settling back to reveal rolling sand
dunes. Beneath them the surface of the planet shimmered and rumbled like a
storm as the bedrocks rose, the sands swept away though no wind was involved.
Cherone watched Susan's arms moving as her hands conducted the entire
business. The holder of three rings swept her hand across the rising stone,
and shaved it smoothly to a surface which was perfectly level. The platform
rose and stopped two feet below them. Susan turned and smiled at them.

"Imagine if Kryall had beaten me," Susan told Cherone. "Things would be much
worse for you." Removing from Cherone's insanely over-juiced muscles the
ability to fly, Susan dropped the pair of black-hole bandits roughly to the
ground. She hovered down and landed gently in front of Kryall. "But things
went wrong, didn't they. You planned to have my power added to yours, and I
shudder to think what you would have done with it."

She moved in close and touched his cheek, very carefully, and ran her
fingertips up and down his face. He trembled, unsure of how powerful she had
become with three rings. He had begun to wonder how many there were, but his
thoughts were interrupted.

"You will live a long time, Kryall," Susan told him softly, energy entering
him from her fingertips to change him. "You will heal like a normal man, but
no wound will kill you. Cherone will be your company here. I hear there's a
lot of dangerous creatures so you better hope she protects you."

Demonstrating the gift she had given him, Susan tore his ear off, and tapped
him very gently in the temple. Bone fragments exploded through his brain, and
Kryall fell unconscious to the ground. His breathing was still strong.

"He is your plaything now. This planet I give you to you both as a gift for
all the atrocities you committed at his side."

"My punishment is this reward?"

"You can't fly anymore, but you're still a thousand times stronger than any
creature on this planet." Susan slowing started to rise further "There are big
monsters out there, lying under the sand, and they will kill anything they can
eat. But don't worry Cherone, I'll be back to finish you both off before long.
We'll see how I feel in ten years maybe." Turning around and accelerating, she
smiled to herself and beamed her last words into their fragile minds. "Maybe
ten thousand years, who know?"

In orbit moments later, Susan looked back at the desert planet, her eyes
focusing on the huge swarm of spider-like creatures surrounding the small
mountain she had made. The camouflaged monsters couldn't climb the stone, but
climbing on each others backs the bizarre life forms made ladders of
themselves, and were soon closing in on the two new arrivals to their land.
Unaware that the creatures couldn't hurt her, Cherone screamed in terror as
she saw the mass of large insects coming at her from all sides.

The state of Kryall's universe on her mind, Susan flashed through deep space
to the black hole through which Kryall had ventured from. Knowing she had more
than enough power to survive this unknown element, she carefully approached
the swirling darkness.