Not The One - part 14
By Dru



The particles of dust and, as predicted, even light rays passing through a
wide area around the black hole were drawn in. Everything accelerated as it
entered the funnel. Everything except one tiny dot in the fast flowing stream.
Susan could definitely feel the force working on her, but was able to ignore
it and fly in at her own cautious pace. She was impressed by the awesome
display, and wanted to understand it more.

"Wow," she thought, going deeper to the point where the trapped debris began
to collide in an increasingly violent and beautiful show. Juiced up as much
she was, Susan had to reduce her density a bit so she could get a massage from
the impact on her flesh.

Moving on down the narrowing tunnel Susan watched the walls gradually change
from several shades of black to a dark blue colour. Every now and then a great
bolt of electrical energy would arc from on side to the other. Even her mind
could not penetrate the wall, so Susan stayed well away from them. Avoiding
the bolts became impossible when they intensified into a constant stream.
Studying the odd-coloured lightning, Susan found it was not the same as the
power that she accessed with the ring.

"If Kryall got through here," thought Susan, "I'll have no problem."

But she had no intention of taking her time to admire the scenery in there.
Launching herself forward, she passed though the danger zone into a calm area.
She could feel intense pressure here, and as she flew through the condensed
core of the black-hole Susan saw the solid mass that was forming at the centre
of the black hole. The molecules had been so condensed by the forces in this
mysterious place that now formed a singularity.

Spotting the exit, Susan passed through another storm of odd lightning and
made her way toward Kryall's home. The currents of the black-hole worked
against her now, but she still accelerated as she flew through billions of
on-rushing atoms. Spreading her arms and opening her eyes wide to enjoy the
spectacular collisions, she zoomed up the shaft and seconds later burst into
the crumbling universe Kryall had controlled for so many eons.

She could have taken Kryall's power away without coming through the
black-hole. But she wanted to see him. See him suffer.

Knowing this place as well as Kryall, she moved through her mind through the
expanse of this strange universe to verify his image of it. Getting her
bearing, she accelerated up to and far beyond light-speed and traversed the
two-hundred and fifty thousand light-years to Kryall's home planet in twelve
seconds. Clothing herself in a few scraps of white, she descended on the
tattered planet and examined the result of Kryall's rule. No new buildings had
been constructed for nine millennia, and of those that remained seven out of
every ten had had no roof, and half were missing walls.

"Incredible."

The palace of Kryall was gigantic. Red stone from a distant world hewn by the
mind of a madman.

"That's got to go before I leave," Susan noted, disgusted by the ghastly
architecture. Looking through the walls she found Kryall's son Zogar enjoying
his favourite pastime of manipulating the people of his wretched world. He
couldn't just control them the way his father did, but Zogar was very strong
and quite willing to inflict pain when displeased, or kill those who disobeyed
him. He was older than she thought. He looked older than his father.

Susan gently entered the mind of one of the men standing around Zogar,
learning that he was the man who shipped Zogar slaves from his own home world.
Testing a theory, Susan pushed the unsuspecting man back into his
subconsciousness, and slipped behind his eyes. Filling his head with a freckle
of herself, she took control of him.

"Bring in the next group," Zogar ordered. But there was hesitation from
Zogar's second. While the cleaning crew finished throwing the bodies of the
last lot, Zogar sat back on his thrown and glared it the shaking man. "You
have had your job for only a few years, Regor. But you should know by now that
I'm not a patient man.

"My master, the expected shipment had been delayed at drydock. There was an
incident during unloading, and we had to kill one of the behoeth. The others
are sedated, but others are coming now. They are on their way to the palace.

Zogar's eye's narrowed, and he stood up.

"How long will it take them to get here?"

"Ten minutes, Master, maybe nine."

"I will be entertained by you until they get here."

Moving faster than the eyes of her toy could follow Zogar had the poor man in
his grasp.

"Zogar!" Susan said, using the slavers vocal cords. "Leave that man alone you
sadistic fucker! Get your dick out of him. Go on!"

Zogar looked in disbelief at this insolent pest, and with the dagger in his
boot Zogar pinned the slaver to the stone with it. His slaves moved in with
huge axes to get the knife back.

Back in her own body, having never really gone anywhere, Susan moved up to the
wall. Not slowing, she smoothly shattered the dense stone and came to land to
the door to Zogar's playroom. There were guards, and Susan could feel the
power that flowed from her new ring to their bodies. But they had seen walls
shatter like that before, and stepped back from the subtly muscled woman who
landed in front them.

"You're fired," she told them, having heard those words herself so many times.
With a gesture of her hand, she took back the energy that Kryall had given
them. They sagged, and dropped their oversized weapons noisily to the floor.
"They are heavy aren't they?" Susan remarked. She held out her hands and the
huge axes levitated into her grip. The super-dense metal screeched as she
tightened her grip. Slashing the men in half, she dropped the swords in them
and opened the door.

Zogar had nearly forgotten about the last disruption when the massive stone
doors to his chamber flew open with tremendous force, slamming into the walls
and falling from their hinges.

"Fun's over, dickhead."

A strange woman walked in, her bizarre white outfit unlike anything he had
seen a female wear. But it wasn't the clothes that made him stare with his
mouth open, or the remains of the mammoth doors. His eyes traced the lines of
her flawless body, and filled with lust.

Never one to ignore an impulse, Zogar moved to have her. He would have her for
hours. But as he got closer, he felt something very strange happen. Looking up
at the seductive beauty of the stranger's eyes he got a chill.

Shaking her head at him, Susan watched him run the length of the hall as she
drained him. Her plan had been to have him as she had his father. But she had
expected a younger man, and though he was younger, the years had treated Zogar
worse.

"You just had that thing in someone's arse, and now you want to stick it in
me?"

Zogar glared with rage, but for the first time in his life he was unsure of
himself. He didn't reach her before the force of gravity...something that
rarely concerned him...drove him to his knees. He wasn't down there long
before Susan had him in her hand and was l