Not the One - Return to Earth 2
By Dru



Susan orbited the planet, having already decided what she was going to do, and
now wondering where to do it. Being a Sydney girl her first impulse was to
start in Australia. But if she wanted to really make a statement, why not a
big powerhouse like America? Or China? England perhaps? As the continents
rolled under her she found it impossible to pick one.

Suddenly the choice was clear, and as the atmosphere ignited around her she
giggled to think it hadn't occurred to her much sooner.

It had already been a hectic day. Even though barely a half-hour had passed
since the UN general assembly had reconvened after lunch, many delegates were
already putting documents into their briefcases and making calls to arrange
early pick-ups. The only people who were enjoying the Iranian representative's
tirade were those in the media booths.

"I think he's going to spit again."

"There it goes! Ha! Sonofabitch's just getting his groove on."

"I think you're right Charlie. How long was it last time?"

"Where did he get that tie?"

Before Charlie's friend could decide on a witty response, there was a
tremendous boom and the building shook. Everything went silent, not a single
person moved for several seconds. Even the agitated speaker, so animated a
moment before, was absolutely still.

BOOM! The ceiling collapsed over a vacant area of floor near the front of the
conference hall. The figure that drifted through the opening and landed on the
floor hypnotised the entire assembly with her remarkable physique and
jaw-dropping beauty.

Charlie was just as stunned as everyone else. He later described his
experience in an article as euphoric. So did everyone else.

The woman smiled, raising heartbeats, and made her way to the central podium.
The Iranian delegate stumbled backward as she approached and fell awkwardly.
He was both deeply offended by her glamorous choice of bikini, and deeply
aroused by her shameless display of unattainable perfection. As she spoke into
the microphone he shuddered and completely forgot about how offended he was.

"People of Earth! I am the Unchosen One. But I am giving you the chance to
choose me."

Susan looked around at her silent audience, relishing the moment before
continuing. It was a good thing she did. Though she thought she had been
careful orchestrating the voice that would command the world, it dawned on her
that she had in fact overdone the sexual undertones. She adjusted her tone
before proceeding with her ultimatum.

"I am the most powerful being in this universe, and I have decided to start
doing something constructive. I'm building an empire."

Charlie shook his head as the unlikely intruder began declaring her
intentions, finding he was suddenly able to listen without ejaculating. His
mind started working again, and he felt a chill as her words echoed around the
chamber and through his ear-piece.

"I'm offering you this choice: Acknowledge me as supreme ruler of the world,
and accept me as your kind and loving Empress...or acknowledge me as the
Unchosen, and accept my unforgiving punishment."

A guard elbowed one of his fellows, and drew his weapon.

"That's enough! Show???s over!"

She turned her head and showed him a chillingly inviting half-smile.

"What exactly do you think you'll achieve with that?"

Before he could answer, the guards trigger finger took on a mind of its own
and squeezed off the entire cartridge of 9mm bullets. Two or three of them
sparked off her shining metallic two-piece. The rest made a sound unlike any
ricochet the trained marksman had heard before as they met, and were turned
away by, her glistening tanned flesh.

Charlie gulped. What was going on here?

"This is like a fucked-up episode of I Dream of Jeannie..."

"Fuck me; Charlie...did that just happen?"

"Yea Hank. I think it did."

The woman continued to speak, ignoring the dumb-founded guard.

"Notice I'm letting that man live? That's because he didn't know what he was
doing. He didn't know what he was up against. None of you do. I wouldn't want
your choice to be uniformed, so here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to pick
a country, and show you exactly how I'm going to deal with those who do not
kneel before their Empress."

There were gasps, and one scream, as the self-proclaimed "Unchosen One" lifted
both feet from the floor and drifted out above the fearful faces.

"I shall return in one year's time for your answer. Observe me. Watch...and
you shall see how easy your choice really is."

And she was gone.

Charlie pulled out his AA pendant, and rubbed it with his thumb. "You know
what, Hank. I think I need drink."

"First round's on me partner..."

Susan hovered over her intended target pondering the best method for seizing
control of the country below. She could easily just cut off the snake's head,
and become dictator in the time it would take her to go buy some milk in her
previous life. But she was keen to make a show of it. She had, after all,
invited the world to watch. And if she was going to give them a show Susan
wanted to give one that would really blow their minds.

One solitary superwoman demolishing a military powerhouse of millions would be
a good show. And she knew it would be fun to take them one-on-multitude. A lot
of fun. But she wasn't going to settle for a good show. And she wanted more
than just a lot of fun. Why she should do all the work? Why shouldn't she
enjoy the show as much everyone else?

The soldiers had been in town for three days. But they had really only needed
three hours to accomplish their mission.

The captain of the tank-crew had been punished in the past for such behaviour.
Now he was commanded to rape. Now he was encouraged to indulge in his sadistic
games with prisoners. For now his role had changed. He had been brought into
the fold, and now he was one of the most feared men in North Korea.

"Tell me again. I want to hear the truth this time."

The young woman he was "interviewing" wept uncontrollably. IN the dank room
with her were the undignified corpses of her two older siblings. Blood still
oozed from their wounds, but it no longer pulsed or surged as it had when the
captain's sword had first taken their lives.

"My father is loyal! He never said those things..."

The captain shook his head and grinned with terrifying evil.

"I hope you don't think I'm not enjoying this, you little whore. This is what
I do for fun. And I get paid damn well. Don't you understand your position? I
don't fucking care if your father was loyal to the Leader! The truth is I know
full well he was."

He took a seat on a plain wooden chair, identical to the one his current
victim was tied to, and leaned back producing a rather large cigar. He liked
cigars for two reasons, Smoking being his second-favourite.

"There's nothing I want to do more right now than show you a good time. Well,
show myself a good-time. But you can stop me. All you have to do is sign the
confession. Sign the confession and I'll need to keep you alive. I'll have to
treat you nice. I won't like it. But I have to follow orders."

"My family did nothing!"

"Didn't I tell you I don't care?" He lit his cigar and puffed a cloud of thick
smoke over her. "I did. I'm sure I did."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I honestly don't know. Wait. That's not true. I'm doing this because I have
been ordered to."

Without any warning, he thrust the lit-end of his cigar into her thigh, his
grin returning more savage than before as he enjoyed her screams.

Then everything changed, and the vicious torturer???s life was turned
upside-down. Even he pushed the cigar and twisted it cruelly into her skin; he
felt it being pushed out of the shallow hole it had been melting. The girl
stopped crying out, whimpered for a moment, and then stopped that too.

Withdrawing the cigar the captain sensed something was very wrong. Something
was very unnatural. Then his torture victim made a noise that both infuriated
and confused him. She moaned in pleasure. Looking at her face, he could see a
helpless smile cross her swollen bloodied lips. As he looked at her smile he
could see the swelling he caused with a strong back-hand just minutes before
slowly shrink. By the time her lips were back to their former seductive glory,
all the bruising on her face, and the dark marks that blighted almost every
inch of her body, had completely faded away.

The captain jumped to his feet, his fury waned and his confusion deepened.
This made no sense. Even the fresh and dangerously deep cigar burn had somehow
completely healed, though he could still smell that horrible cooked-flesh
odour he had grown to love.

"What's happening," she murmured, "I feel...different. What are you doing to
me?"

The captain felt a cold chill grip his stomach as he watched the woman change
before his very eyes. He thought it a trick of light at first, but was unable
to cling to this hope for very long. Her slim, rather delicate frame was
filling out. The pace of her transformation was astonishing. IN the space of
three breaths he watched her grow muscles that simply glowed with power. She
gained a decade of conditioning. Her silky soft skin was now stretched over a
body that overflowed with raw physical power.

Instinctively, as her bonds lost the fight to maintain a hold on her
thickening wrists and forearms, the captain swiftly drew his polished swords
and brought it down across her neck. A painful shockwave ran up the blade and
into his hands, very nearly breaking his wrists as the sword bounced off her.

"I don't understand..." she said dreamily, examining the new muscle-tone of
her freshly freed arms.

Not waiting until she did understand, the captain whipped out his pistol and
shot her, point-blank, in the forehead. The gun exploded in his hand, claiming
two of his fingers and maiming him for life. Not that it would be something he
would have to worry about very long.

"You shot me," she said, with a voice that was cold and steady. "You shot me
in the head. And I'm not dead." She rose to her feet, all the pain and all the
fear now gone forever from her life.

The captain fled the room. "Start the tank!" he ordered.

"But, captain..."

"Now!"

As his man prepared to protest again, the little seventeen-year-old the
captain had been toying with burst from the building and struck him dumb with
the spectacle of her awesome body. She hadn't quite fit through the small
door, but the exploding brickwork around the frame did not slow her calm
stride.

The girl could feel the power flowing through her. She could sense its awesome
immensity. And somehow she knew the tank that the terrified captain and his
crew piled into was no threat to her now.

"Get it going!"

"One moment, captain..."

The large Russian-built tank burst into life, and lurched forward down the
street.

"What's going on?"

The captain didn't know what to say for the first time in many years.

The girl still didn't understand what was going on any more than the captain
did. The only idea she had her head right now was avenging her slain family.
She glared at the escaping tank, and issued a blood-curdling war cry as she
stormed after it.