Not the One - Return to Earth 3 by Dru As the tank lumbered down the road the turret span around to face the girl. There was a load boom as it fired, and the girl cried out and crossed her arms over her head as the shell collided with her. When the smoke cleared enough the gunner saw her smiling.?? "She's...still there." Deciding not to let them get the chance to reload the girl bolted after the tank and took hold of the armour, her feminine hands crushing into the cold metal with ease and bringing the tank to ground-churning halt. She was astounded at the ease she had in raising the tank into the air above her, letting go to balance it comfortable with one hand, despite the awkward angle. With a grunt she tossed the vehicle into the mountains, mountains whose peaks only just tipped the horizon. Susan was pleased at how quickly her first soldier took to her new abilities. She continued to watch as the girl proceeded to tear the rest of the army unit deployed in village to pieces. This was going to work very well. Moving on to another settlement Susan found a prison. "Perfect." The prison was filled with dissidents and the unwanted. Scanning the warden's mind she selected two prisoners in particular for special attention. Two Canadian backpackers who had entered the country though the mountains. The funny thing was, it was their guide's fault, not theirs. "How many times can I tell them the same thing?" Rhonda was asking. "I'm just wondering if anyone else knows we're here," Jessie wondered mournfully. "At least we're together." "For now. But they'll be splitting us up, you bet your life." Suddenly Rhonda swooned, nearly falling over. "Whoah...what was that?" "I don't know," Jessie told her, her own wave of giddiness just as powerful. "Hey...you're...you're growing!" Rhonda heard the seams of her outfit give way before she knew what was happening. She was already fit, but as her height increased her muscles thickened with a power that made her head spin like a top. Then clarity returned, and she looked over at a taller and clearly stronger Jessie, who had also torn free of her prisoner's uniform. "What the hell?" Jessie stood up, her fingers pressing into her freshly cut abdominal wall. "Oh my god! I can't even make a dent in these!" Rhonda reached out and pressed a finger into her friends stomach before she even though about what she was doing. Then she pressed the same finger into her own newly defined abs. A guard was suddenly brandishing a machine gun at them from outside the bars of the cell. He was clearly very upset with them. "Hey! What you do to your clothes!" "Calm down! We don't know what happened!" "You get dressed! Now!" His words were not backed up by his wandering eye. Before the girls could respond, five more men came charging in with drawn weapons. The one in charge gestured at another man who shoved a key in the lock and opened the cell. "We show you what happens to women who don't like clothes." Rhonda looked on in horror as the men gathered around the prettier Jessie and prepared to rape her. Jessie's expression changed from fearful to curious as they laid their hands crudely on her body and tried to force her down. She hardly felt their feeble attempts at all. "You will not resist!" the head-rapist commanded. Jessie didn't pay him any attention as she watched those who wrestled with her turn bright red with effort. Curious, she placed a hand on one of them and gave him a shove. The result astounded everyone. The poor fellow was slammed into the bars so hard he became wedged between them, and it would require a lot of effort to later remove him. "Wow!" At that point the guns started to go off. But rather than the painful cries of two young women, the guards themselves were the ones soon screaming in agony as their own bullets bounced off the two girls. For a moment the cell was filled with shattered pieces of lead. Only two guards survived. Amazed by what just happened, Rhonda picked one of the wounded survivors up off the floor like a he was bag of crisps. "He's so light!" "He's not light...I think we're strong." "Strong?" "Look at yourself!" Jessie reminded her. "You like a god-damned athlete from hell." "I s'pose. But how?" "Who cares?" Jessie asked. "They can't hurt us. Let's go!" Rhonda watched as Jessie ignored the open cell door and parted the thick bars beside it was casual ease. Impressed by the show of strength, Rhonda made a hole beside Jessie's. Guards flooded the corridor as they made their way toward an exit. Bullets and tear gas were about as effective as spitballs and purified oxygen. Jessie took to them with blows that reduced them to clouds of mist. "Wow! We're not just strong! We're like super-fucking-man!" Rhonda backhanded a guard, shattering his jaw and launching him into his helpless allies. "You're right!" She punched the wall, making a hole two metres wide. "Maybe even stronger." "I wish we had some clothes, though." Susan, watching from above, decided to grant Jessie her wish. Her army of souped up soldiers should have some sort of uniform. She closed her eyes and fashioned a bikini of suitable style. As she did, Rhonda and Jessie were both startled by a bright flash as the tiny garments Susan dreamt up appeared on their bodies. "Did you do that?" Rhonda demanded, looking down and running her hands over her the shiny triangles covering her nipples. "I don't know!" Given how bizarre it was that they both had the bodies of greek gods, and physical power beyond the dreams of any ancient diety, the sudden appearance of clothes seemed unimportant. "C'mon! Let's go get as many as of those bastards as we can find!" "I don't know, Jessie. What if this is one of those 'easy-come; easy-go' thingies?" "Rhonda...for whatever reason, we've been turned into gods. Gods. Don't you get it? You don't have anything to fear from these guys now. You're bulletproof, and stronger then superman. They have to do the second-guessing, girl. Not us." A strange feeling came over Rhonda. Something was telling her that Jessie was right. Something was saying, and she could almost hear the voice, that she had nothing to worry about...that all this power was not going to vanish. Something told her to stop being a timid mouse and become the terrifying lion that she now was. "Okay, super-Jessie!" she declared, putting her hands on her hips. "Lead the way!" Looking down from on high, Susan monitored the minds of the guards and revelled in the fear and awe her creations inspired in them. She had only given the three soldiers she had made a tiny fraction of the power she had at her command. As she watched she became aware of a spark of energy entering the universe two billion light years away.?? She smiled. Every time Susan defeated a ring-bearer she thought it would be the last. Each one assumed defeating her would be easy, having not faced a real challenge since acquiring their rings, and whether their intentions were good or evil, each one increased her power immeasurably. While Rhonda and Jessie made their way through the thick walls and heavily armed guards far below, Susan closed her eyes and slyly scanned the mind of the powerful being streaking toward the source of the message that brought them here. Like all the others it was a humanoid being with slight variations. She let this one discover that those who summoned him were dead before trapping within an imaginary cage. "I'm kind of busy," she told him, transmitting the thought instantly into his head across the vast distance. "But if you don't mind waiting for a few years, I'll be more than happy to discuss whatever it is you came her for then, okay?" "What? Where are you!" the panicked ring-bearer demanded, desperately trying to escape his invisible prison to no avail. "Don't worry. I won't leave you there." The ring-bearer was startled as reality shifted around him, and suddenly he was on the surface of a planet, and the dust of the destroyed system he'd been was gone. In front of him stood two massive women dressed in clothes that highlighted their mind-numbing physical beauty. One was holding a small man while the other was playing with his crotch. The man was large, but looked tiny the arms of the two women. A voice so loud it made both men cover their ears boomed across the planet. "I have another guest for you, ladies. Please show him the same respect you have for your former master." "Help me!" Kethlen demanded, his eyes pleading as he struggled to free himself. Holding Kethlen with a single hand, one of the girls stood with a smile. "He's the same as Kethlen!" she declared, examining the new arrival. The other girl clapped her hands with glee, knocking her new toy to ground with the force of the impact. "Now we have one each! Can I play with him first?" "Not fair!" Realising things were not looking good for him, the ring-bearer made for the heavens. Before he got a body-length from the ground the one holding Kethlen had grasped him by the ankle with her free hand. She slammed him into the ground, lifted him, and slammed him twice more. "Okay. You can have first go," she decided, holding the recovering man out to her friend. "Thank you! We can swap tomorrow!" Rhonda was in no doubt now. Jessie was right...they were not merely superhuman. They were gods. The wally were like cheap polystyrene sets, offering such little resistance to her new strength that she didn't bother knocking them down anymore. She just walked through them as though they weren't there. She felt the concrete hold up briefly, pressing back on her chest pleasantly for a moment before exploding out with a rewarding amount of noise and dust. The faces of those watching was priceless as they peppered her with bullets. One of the officers even tried his sword on Jessie, only to have himself decapitated after s full minute of free hits. She had taken his head clean off with a back-handed slap. It was the hand-grenades that really convinced Rhonda of her own divinity, though. Rolling under feet unnoticed, the first grenade exploded before she knew it was there. The surprise of the explosion made her heart jump, and the release of adrenaline seemed to slow reality itself as the shockwave tore up the floor and washed over her. She could actual see the pressure wave as it slowly moved out like a bubble, as though she were watching a Mythbusters episode. And much to her surprise, it felt fantastically good. "Let's free everyone!" she suggested, hoisting another hapless guard as he continued to blast away with his sidearm into her stomach and face. "Sounds like fun!" Jessie agreed, tossing a large chunk of concrete she had torn from the wall at a group of soldiers. Stepping into a corridor of cells, Rhonda held her arms out wide and strode forward, tearing all the bars from their welds as she went as though opening curtains. To her impossible strength that's just what it felt like. Jessie went into another wing, pushing cell doors open as she went, tearing the bolts apart with no effort whatsoever. Two weeks later Susan had granted power to an army of ten girls. She had left them to their devices, staying out of the conflict as chaos ensued. She wanted to see what her girls would accomplish on their own, and she was not disappointed with the result. There was absolutely nothing that the regime could do to stop the ten women from tearing down the existing power structure. It could have happened much faster, but Susan was happy to let them work independantly. Ten battle fronts opened up across the country as Kim Jong-Un surrounded all the women with his massive armies. And the women relished every moment as they proved again and again the futility of resisting.?? Turning her attention back to the world outside Korea, Susan was disappointed that the news people seemed to be missing the point. What was being reported outside Korea was that whatever was happpening there was a good thing. Susan decided it was time she offered the rest of the world an explaination as to exactly why ten unarmed super-powerful women were taking apart the North Korean dictatorship, just to clarify the situation.