Not The One - part 15
By Dru



Susan had taken from Rrygar more than his ring. She had liked the name he had
for her, and decided that from now on she would call herself The Unchosen.
Looking into the black-hole she decided not to visit the universe Rrygar had
made so tediously safe. There was still so much of her own universe yet to
see, and she didn't want to rush things.

There was no extra ring on her finger to indicate her increased energy level,
but Susan could feel the power flow through her. It felt different...more
enveloping than the rings on her hand were. She tingled all over, even when
she reduced her power level and her muscles streamlined.

Looking at her hand she decided to absorb the rest of the rings she wore.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on making one of them merge with her flesh,
spreading the molecules out evenly though her body. The sensation drew a moan
of pleasure from her lips, and she didn't open her eyes until only one ring
remained, the rest within her body.

"What to do," she wondered, steering gently away from the black-hole, but
marking its location on her mental map of the universe for future reference.
Curious, she cast her mind out to find out how many black-holes there were.
The Unchosen was pleased to note more than three million of the rare vacuums
in the vastness of her home universe. She began to wonder just how powerful
she was going to be if just a hundred of them produced wannabe heroes.

Thinking of home, her empty beach house formed around her as she teleported
herself there. Looking at the bare room she realised that she never did get
around to buying furniture. Piercing several walls to examine her bedroom she
saw that the authorities had taken the cash from the robbery.

"Like I need money anyway," she thought aloud, checking outside to see if
anyone was staking out the place. It had been months since Susan had dealt
with the cops on the lawn. Not finding any suspicious characters about, the
front door swung open with a wave of her hand, and she wandered outside to
shake her head at the damage done to her house by the gunfire. Concentrating
for a moment, she removed all the bullets and closed the holes. The glass
shards, mostly on the floor inside he house, rose and reformed in the window
frames. While she was at it, Susan fixed the sagging gutters and mowed the
lawn.

The council watched her, having been unnerved by the news she had re-entered
the range of their Earth spy network. They were horrified by the precision
with which the Unchosen applied her power.

"We must tell her of the ring's purpose."

"I agree. There is no hope now of getting it back. If the Darkness comes..."

There was a woosh of air, and a strange woman hovered above them.

"I am Roan. Where is the one who falsely wears the ring?"

The councillors took a moment to get over their second big fright of the day.

"No. You must not go!"

"I have come to help you," the oddly dressed blonde told them. "I cannot do
that unless I go."

"You don't understand, Roan. The Unchosen has already killed several other
bearers. She has taken their rings."

"Others have heard your call? Will more come?"

"I fear they will, and when they do the Unchosen will increase her power with
their deaths. You must return at once to wherever it is you came from."

"No. If more bearers will come, I will wait. Together we will defeat this
Unchosen."

Susan flew above the city, looking at the buildings and moving people in a new
way. Not long ago she had been a slave of the system, serving time in a
dead-end job. The thought of her old job turned her east. She landed in the
alley behind the bar she had worked in for so many years and altered her form.
Her perfect body sagged a bit while her refined features shifted back to
normal. The fabric of garishly sexy clothes she wore grew and changed colour
until it resembled the best outfit from her old wardrobe. Susan wanted to be
recognised.

It was morning, and the place was yet to open for business. Through the timber
of the door Susan could see the man who had been her supervisor sitting down
at the end of the bar with the morning paper and a cup of coffee. He was
preparing for the day ahead, getting ready to deal with his lazy staff and
drunk patrons. But no amount of preparation would get Greg Breidis ready for
the woman outside his door.

She knocked carefully, but the gentle taps made an impolite banging. Watching
him turn his head and drop his paper in disgust, Susan was amused as he rose
and dug for the keys in his pocket. There had been a time when Susan was
afraid of this cranky old fool.

When the door opened and Greg saw Susan standing there with a big smile on her
face he snorted with disdain.

"What the hell are you doing here? I've got no work for lazy daydreamers."

The closing door was stopped by Susan's foot.

"I'm here for a drink." A shove of her hand opened the door, knocking Greg on
his ass. She closed it behind herself, and turned the key before snapping it
off and dropping Greg's key-ring onto his chest. Crossing over to the bar,
Susan pulled back a stool and sat there patiently while Greg raged a moment.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing? Do have any idea how much time
you'll do for this? I've got a right mind to beat the living shit out of you
myself. Locksmiths know how to charge, and so do the police." He stomped to
the phone behind the bar and dialled the station number.

"The phones are dead," Susan mentioned conversationally. As she finished her
sentence the electronic ringing stopped in Greg's ear. "How about a J.D.?"

Deciding he didn't need his mates from the cop-shop anyway, Greg walked round
the bar and grabbed her by the back of the neck. She played along for a
moment, allowing him to drag her across the room toward the back of the pub.

"There's more than one door in this place."

"But Frank, I've changed since you fired me. Changed a lot."

"People like you never change."

Suddenly Greg found his progress rudely halted. He was a large man, and very
strong. His strength failed him now, however, and the smiling woman in his
grasp remained rooted to the spot despite his best efforts.

"I've become a force to be reckoned with now, my feeble friend." Susan placed
a hand on his chest and pushed him through the tables into the wall where he
crumpled pitifully.

By the time Greg looked up, Susan had transformed. Her outfit remained the
same, but the fabric had shrunk to fit her curves tightly. Blinking and
shaking his head a few times made no difference, and Greg felt a chill. There
was something very unnatural going on here.

"A suppose it is unnatural, Greg," Susan observed, "A person shouldn't be able
to do the things I can." She held out her hand, and Greg lifted from the floor
to hover in her unseen embrace.

"What are you?"

"It's all to do with these silly aliens. They were looking for a champion and,
of course, they picked me!"

"This is ridiculous."

Smiling, Susan wasted no time pumping the story directly into his brain. His
eyes went very wide, and he shrank against the wall.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"That would be far too easy. I just wanted to let you know, that's all."

Looking at him, quivering in her mental grasp, Susan observed his reaction as
she dumped over-active pheromones into the air.

"You might actually enjoy what I have in mind."

He began to breath differently, his blood moving through his veins faster.
Floating up to put herself against him, she removed her clothes and moved over
him until he pulled his pant down and tried to enter her.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she asked him, floating up and positioning
herself over his face.She made him stay there until just before the first
members of staff entered.

The handle turned, but before the door swang open Susan vanished...leaving
Greg to be found on the floor with his pants down.

Susan had taken great satisfaction in humiliating her old boss like that, but
he had just managed to get her aroused when they had been interrupted. Flying
around the massive sprawl of the city Susan sought a man who could finish what
Greg had started.