Council of Righteousness Chronicles. Volume I. Genesis of a Superheroine By GW Scientific formula transforms soccer mom into Ultrazon, invincible scourge of evil. Mona Henderson stopped the large Mercedes in front of the Fairmont High School to let her thirteen year old daughter Kelly out. Kelly hesitated "Mom I don't have to go to Soccer practice tonight. Its optional on Saturdays and it looks like rain anyway. You really oughtn't to be alone right now, and you sure shouldn't be going to Daddy's lab all alone. Not yet anyway. Its only been a week." Mona gulped down a lump in her throat, and smiled bravely "Don't be silly, Honey I'll be fine. The lab's right across the street anyway. And if it rains you can come get me. Here don't forget your raincoat." Kelly reluctantly got out of the car and trotted off. In spite of her brave words, it was with the greatest difficulty that Mona entered her husband's laboratory. It was only a week since his sudden death in a fiery auto crash and she was still devastated by the loss. The slim, sandy-haired matron steeled herself though, and began to gather up the notes of Brad's latest series of experiments. She took all of his records into a small alcove off the lab. The frugal, young housewife carefully turned off the lights in the main room, relying only on a small desk lamp. Wiping away a furtive tear at sight of her husband's familiar, chicken scratching, she examined each page in detail. Until their daughter was born, Mona had worked side by side with Brad in the lab and she knew in general what he was doing. They often discussed his work. In fact, the idea for the growth enhancement formula had originally been Mona's. Scientific curiosity won out over grief, as she delved into the results, Mona grew ever more excited. "Oh good gosh, it looks like he succeeded!" Mona murmured. She looked at a small vile of liquid hidden under the voluminous notes. "This will be worth a Nobel Prize. Oh why did Brad have to be killed just now?" Just then Mona heard noises in the corridor leading to the main lab. She looked up in alarm; no one should be in the building at this hour. Mona switched off the desk lamp and waited in the darkness with baited breath. She heard people entering the lab. She peaked through a crack in the door. Coming into the lab was Irene Simpson, Brad's young lab assistant. Following Irene were two very big men, you might even call them bruisers. Tod Morrison was a local bodybuilder and martial arts teacher. Mona had seen him with Irene sometimes. Mona had never seen the other equally big and powerful looking man. "What are they doing here? Irene didn't ask me for permission, and where did she get a key anyway? Brad never trusted her with one." Mona wondered. She decided it was best to stay hidden, and see what they were up to. "Oh don't be such a baby, Tod!" Irene was saying. "What's a little burglary after what we did last week. All we have to do, tonight, is find Old Man Henderson's notes and the formula he prepared. Then, we find a guinea pig to test it on, and then we're on easy street." "I don't mind breaking in here," Tod replied. "but you still haven't paid us the money you promised us for cutting the brake line on his car, last week!" "Don't worry you'll get your money! When we get that formula there'll be more money than you ever saw." Irene retorted. Mona's heart almost stopped. "Dear God, Irene murdered Brad!" She gasped. "Oh I never trusted that snotty, little bitch, but I never thought she was capable of murder!" Mindless fury, replaced grief. Thoughtless of her own safety, Mona flew out of the alcove. The sight of her husband's murderers sent Mona into a blind rage. She flew at the younger woman. They were both about the same height and weight, but Mona's was like a tigress. She bowled Irene over and jumped on her hitting and scratching her trying to kill her with her bare hands. "You bitch! You lousy bitch, you killed my husband!" Mona screamed. Irene was screaming too, in shock and panic. "Get her off! Get her off me! Don't just stand there you big apes!" Irene screamed to the two men. Tod didn't react at once. He was enjoying the catfight, but Mona knew what Irene and he did. He couldn't let her kill Irene. By now Irene had stopped yelling. Mona had her hands around the blond girl's throat and was remorselessly strangling her. Irene's face turned red and her tongue protruded from her mouth. Tod came over and grabbed Mona's arms and pulled her off Irene. Mona tried to kick him in the crotch, but Tod had handled hellcats like this before. He twisted to one side, "Help me Barney the little bitch thinks she's Supergirl. Despite her hysterical strength, Mona was helpless as a rag doll in the two big men's hands. She struggled like a maniac but she couldn't get loose. "Calm down! Take it easy there, Sweet Cakes, or you're gonna hurt yourself!" He cajoled her. Irene sat up. Her face was pale and blood was dripping from her cheek where Mona had scratched her. It was still hard to breathe where Mona's hands had almost crushed her windpipe. "Hold on to the stupid cunt for chrissake!" She croaked "Don't let that filthy bitch near me again." She rubbed her throat as Tod held on to the kicking, scratching Mona. The cold, calculating, young murderess rapidly recovered her composure though. Once she saw Mona couldn't escape, she climbed to her feet and picked up the purse she dropped when Mona attacked her. She opened it and took out a small revolver. She pointed the gun at Mona. "Relax Honey! I never liked your snooty airs much, and I'd just as soon put a bullet through your head, as not." She snarled. Then a cruel smile lit up her face. "Hey we needed a guinea pig, and here she is. I should say guinea sow maybe." Irene laughed. "Take the bitch over there to the lab table and tie her down!" Irene ordered her two male accomplices. Tod did what his dictatorial girlfriend told him. He dragged the struggling, young matron to the table and forced her to lie down on it. Irene came over and tied Mona's arms and legs to the table, as Tod and Barney held her down. "Let me go! Damn you! Let me go!" Mona screamed. "You filthy murders, I'll get you, when I get loose!" Irene took a handkerchief from her purse and stuffed it in Mona's mouth "Shut up, bitch!" Irene snapped. "I've had about enough of your mouth for one night." "Now that we've got the bitch trussed up, let's find the formula?" Irene said. Tod made an effort to look around, but he had little idea what he was looking for. Barney stood in the middle of the room looking confused. Irene quickly found it. Meanwhile, Mona struggled against her bonds, but the artful Irene had done a thorough job of tying her up tight. Irene filled a giant syringe with the formula and returned to the helpless young matron. Mona looked up in terror, when she saw the size of the syringe in Irene's hand. Irene tore open the top buttons of Mona's blouse. She felt around Mona's throat until she found the carotid artery and then without a moment's hesitation, she plunged the needle into Mona's neck. Mona's screams were muffled by the gag in her mouth, as she felt the fiery liquid burning its way through her. Her body shook; she hurt every where. It was just then that Kelly came into the lab calling. "Hey Mom. It's raining! Practice is canc....." Kelly stopped in shock, when she saw her mother tied down on a table, with two men and a woman standing menacingly over her. "What are you doing to my Mom?" She yelled. As headstrong as her mother, the spunky teenager flew across the room, and caromed into Irene. As her body struck Irene, the woman dropped the gun in her hand . Still smarting from being smacked around by Mona, Irene took it out on Mona's daughter. She smacked Kelly's face back and forth until the girl fell to the floor. Seeing her daughter abused, Mona almost went berserk. She struggled harder and this time, surprisingly, she felt the ropes on her wrists give. She tore her arms loose, and sat up. Her clothes felt too tight, binding her, constricting her chest, and she tore open the rest of he buttons on her blouse. Mona had pert beasts, attractive, but on the smallish side. She rarely wore a bra, and now as she glanced down at her chest, her boobs seemed bigger and fuller. Even as she glanced down they grew perceptibly larger, and larger still, like balloons filling with helium. The button and zipper of her skirt popped at the same time. Her hips and buttocks were growing at the same astounding pace. Her shoes were pinching her feet and Mona kicked out of them. She tore the ropes off her ankles and jumped off the table, spitting Irene's offensive, soiled handkerchief from her mouth with relief. The fragile silk of her blouse stretched tight and then split at the seams, as her arms swelled with sinuous muscle. As Mona rose to her feet, even without her high heels, she could tell her head reached a foot higher than it had a moment before. She tore off the restraining rags of her once tasteful outfit. "I feel so strong and powerful!" She gasped in amazement. She took a deep breath and her bosom, by-now of enormous proportion, rose up on her chest in gravity defying magnificence. Something brushed her shoulder and she saw her sandy hair had deepened to a rich mahogany brown and grown a foot longer. It flowed down to her shoulders in wild, luxuriant abandon Kelly looking up from the floor, was awestruck at seeing her mother growing larger and larger, right before her eyes. Her mom suddenly looked like some avenging warrior goddess, splendidly muscled, yet starkly feminine. Her slim, taut waist set off the mighty bosom above and the broad womanly hips below. Her legs, excitingly curved, were long and powerful as young trees. "Holy Cow!" Kelly thought. "Look at Mom's boobs! They're like watermelons! Wow, what a set of knockers!" Irene, Tod and Barney were all gasping in amazement, too. Instead of the mousy widow they'd just tied to the table, they now faced six and a half feet of stark naked amazon with breasts like torpedoes and muscles like Hercules. Bodybuilder Tod and his friend Barney suddenly looked like a puny 90 pound weaklings next to the transformed Mona. Irene snatched the gun up off the floor and pointed it at Mona. "Get back by the table Bitch, or I'll put some lead in those humongous beach balls and see if they deflate!" Mona was too angry to let a little gun scare her, now. She rushed at Irene. Irene shot twice before the huge naked amazon reached her. Nothing happened. Mona felt two stinging slaps to her boob, but when she looked down there was no mark on her mighty bosom. Mona tore the gun from Irene's hand and ripped the barrel from the frame and threw the pieces on the floor. Irene looked dumbly at the massively muscled woman, and slid to the floor in a dead faint. Mona turned on Tod. She was as tall as he was now, and just as muscular, maybe more so. Tod began punching. He threw a left, that bounced off Mona's big, right boob as though he'd hit a rubber ball, and a right uppercut to her chin that broke the bones in his knuckles. The punch didn't even faze the awesome, brown haired woman. She grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him into the air with one hand. Tod struggled helplessly, his legs kicking foolishly. Mona slapped him across the face and Tod heard chimes and saw birdies. He'd faced some pretty tough opponents in his sordid career, but no one ever hit him that hard before, and Mona wasn't even trying very hard. Barney had recovered from his surprise by now, and rushed up and grabbed Mona from behind. Mona flexed her splendid arms and shook him off, easy as shooing away flies. Without dropping the squirming Tod, she whirled around and backhanded Barney The huge muscle man went flying, and skidded across the floor after he landed. Still carrying Tod a foot off the ground, Mona strode over and pressed her foot down on Barney's neck. The big man kicked and struggled but he was as helplessly trapped as a fly in a spider's web. Tod was yelling at Mona to let him down. "On one condition Mister!" Mona cried. "You get on that telephone to the police and tell them what you and that bitch did to my husband. You better do it quick too, before I forget I'm a lady!" Kelly noticed her mom's voice had deepened to a rich, melodious contralto in keeping with her amazing, physical transformation. "O.K. O.K.!" Tod hollered "I'll confess! Just let me down." He'd never been so scared in his life. By now Barney had about passed out from the pressure on his throat. Mona eased up. She still didn't let Tod down, though. Still holding him in the air with one hand she walked over, and helped Kelly up. "Are you all right Dear? " She asked "Holy cow, Mom! Way to go! Boy what happened to you. You look like a combination of She-Hulk and Wonder Woman, and that stuff didn't even turn you green." Kelly heard her mother laugh for the first time in a week. "Yes dear you're father's formula certainly does work, but where in the world am I going to buy clothes. I'll never find a bra to fit this bust. The dramatic increase in stature and size made Mona a little giddy. She never felt so healthy and alive. She was in such a euphoric daze, it was hard to concentrate on mundane details. It was Kelly who took charge then. She found an oversized lab coat that almost covered her mother's spectacular, new physique and phoned the Police. She kept her mother in the background so her dramatically regal stature wasn't too noticeable. Tod and Barney were both still so scared of Mona that they agreed to testify against Irene. At the trial several months later all three were convicted, but the two men got off relatively lightly. Irene was convicted of Second Degree Murder. The prosecution asked for Murder one, but the Jury was swayed by her innocent young good looks. Later, the evening of the transformation, back in their suburban home, Kelly said admiringly to her mother "Wow Mom! You could be a Superheroine, like Bright Angel or Silver Victory. You're strong as Hercules, not that skinny wimpy guy on T.V. but a real Hercules, and bullets just bounce off of you, like they do off Supergirl." Maybe it was the after effects of the formula, or the giddy excitement of the transformation itself, or grief and shock, but the usually staid, matter-of-fact, young homemaker didn't quite laugh off her daughter's suggestion, as ridiculous. "Oh yeah sure, me a superheroine! You know, though Kell, when I was your age, I did always dream of being a super woman like Wonder Woman or Mary Marvel. Then I grew up kind of wimpy, went to College, met your father (gulp) had you and that all seemed so silly. You know.....Oh it's ridiculous! I could never be a superheroine! Boy, it would sure be kind of fun, though." "Why couldn't you?" Kelly replied. "Hey Ma, go look in the mirror!" "Oh, and I suppose I could call myself Wonder Mom?" Mona grinned, but Kelly noticed she did glance in the mirror. "Let's see, I would say you're just about the ultimate amazon of all time, Hmm how about Ultrazon?" Kelly suggested eagerly. "Oh don't be silly!" Mona chided her daughter, but she sort of liked the sound of the name. "Hmmm, Ultrazon that does sound impressive." Mona thought to herself Kelly could tell her mother was weakening. "You'll need a costume too. How about a little red halter or bra thingy; we don't want to cover up too much of those fantastic boobs. Then real short, matching those things they used to have, oh yeah, hot pants that was it, so you can show off those fabulous legs, and gold boots, yeahh gold boots up past your knees with real high heels so you'll be incredibly tall and a red mask. Mmmmm, uhhh maybe a gold belt around the waist? No! a gold chain, that's it a gold chain. And then a little, gold cape that just comes to the top of you're halter." "Oh great! It sounds like I'll get arrested for streetwalking." Mona retorted, secretly wondering what her incredible, new physique would look like in such a spectacular outfit. "Hey Mom if you've got it, flaunt it. Y'know." "Oh I think you're crazy! Go to bed! You've had too much excitement." When she went to bed herself that night, Mona was too overwrought to sleep. As she lay tossing and turning, she couldn't help picturing herself in a dazzling red and gold uniform, helping people in trouble, and bringing wrongdoers to justice. It was an exhilarating fantasy. Next day, Kelly said. "Let's go shopping. You can't wear that lab coat much longer, and there's nothing else in your closet that comes close to fitting." What Kelly said was certainly true, and Mona agreed, although she feared her sometimes crafty daughter had something more in mind than a matronly new wardrobe. Mona started off at a dressmakers. She'd probably have to have all her clothes custom made now. After the woman took her incredible measurements and they discussed some conservative dresses, Kelly brought out a sketch of red shorts and a very skimpy red top, that looked more like a hooker's bra to Mona. "Kellee!" She said in exasperation. The dressmaker looked at the sketch and chimed in. " I can't help saying this would look fantastic on you Madam. There's not many women with a figure like yours. In fact I've never seen any to match it in twenty years in this profession." "Ohh well, go ahead! I can always wear it for Halloween, I suppose." Mona said more to humor her daughter than anything. "Here we'll need a little gold cape like this, too!" The irrepressible Kelly added. Mona wearily shook her head yes in resignation. After the woman had speedily ran off a simple dress, Mona could wear for now, Kelly said. "Now, on to the Mall! We've got to get a few other things." "We do need to go to the mall, but there's no way I'm buying anymore of you're wacky outfits!" Her mother retorted. However at the mall, she allowed herself to be pulled into an expensive shoe store Kelly picked out. When she was a girl, most of the merchandise Mona saw, would have been called fetish footwear. "I saw those last week," Kelly said pointing to a pair of over-the-thigh, gold boots, with six inch stiletto heels. I just hope they've got them in your size. The clerk said she didn't have any right now, but she could order them and they'd be there in a few days. "It must be fate." Kelly smirked impishly. Meanwhile Mona found some sensible walking shoes, and business pumps in her new size. "All right, I'll take the boots, too, if you order them." Mona heard herself saying in disbelief, after Kelly teased her all the while she was trying on the other shoes. Now we need to check out the jewelry store for the gold chain!" Kelly announced. A week later, Mona found herself standing in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom, while Kelly dressed her, or to her way of thinking undressed her, all in red and gold. When she put the boots on, Mona said. "I doubt, if I'll even be able to walk in these things, and you want me to fight crime in them. Get real Honey Child!" Amazingly though, since the transformation, Mona's grace and other facilities had all increased incredibly. She found she could stride around the bedroom easy as though she had on sneakers. The lofty boots gave her a queenly feeling of authority and command. She felt unconquerable, and capable of anything. On the spur of the moment she did a cartwheel, then a flip, then an incredible broad jump. Luckily the bedroom was so large, or she might have taken down a wall. Each time she landed on those impossible heels like a cat. lt was incredible enough that so large a woman could be so quick and agile at all, but in the boots it was nothing short of amazing, for she moved like a champion athlete. "The formula speeded up my reflexes by a factor of three or four." She realized. "And I have perfect balance. I can't believe how effective that stuff is!" During the past week she'd experimented and found out she was impervious to burns, cuts and acid, as well as bullets, of course. When Kelly put the little cape on her, and a red mask she'd made herself. Mona was transformed. "Look in the mirror !" Kelly murmured. "Gee I really do look like a superheroine!" Mona silently admitted to herself. "What's more I feel like one. I could really do it! Kelly's right!" "See! I told you Mom!" Kelly chirped. "Well I can't do it here in our home town." Mona mused. "'We'd have to go to someplace like Capital City, where no one knows us, and we could live kind of anonymously. "That's fine with me!" Kelly answered eagerly. Three days later, Mona found herself in an apartment in Capital City, one of the largest cities in the world. Everything had been a whirl Kelly had been invaluable. Of course money made it easier to do anything. Luckily Brad's and her earlier discoveries had made millions, so that was no problem. That night Mona, or Ultrazon, reluctantly dressed in her bizarre new costume. "I feel like a horse's behind!" She pouted. I must have been out of my mind to let you talk me into this Kelly Ann!" "Mom its going to be O.K.! You'll do great!" "What if people laugh a t me?" "Look at you! No one would dare laugh at you! You're Ultrazon! You look like a combination of a Sherman tank and Jayne Mansfield with muscles. You look incredible! You're so beautiful, and strong as a lioness. Heck, no one would dare cross you, let alone laugh at you!" "Well, maybe? I guess it's worth a try!" Mona said, more optimistically. "You're Ultrazon Fearless Champion of Justice. Go get them Tiger!" Kelly cheered her on. Her daughter really sounded like she believed her mother was invincible. How could Mona disappoint her? Besides she was beginning to eagerly look forward to testing her abilities herself. Later that night, in a dark alley, in the worst part of Capital City, Mona, now Ultrazon proved her daughter's faith and pride in her weren't misplaced. Three huge men had dragged a young girl, who looked hardly older then Kelly, into the alley, to rape her. Prowling the dirty streets, Ultrazon heard the girl's screams. She ran into the alley and saw what was happening. "What next?" She paused a moment uncertainly. "What should I say?" She wondered. She had no thought of the danger she might be in, but she was reluctant to make a fool of herself. "O.K. boys why don't you pick on someone your own size?" She finally blurted nervously. "Oh great! That sure will scare them!" She thought. "I sounded like a real ninny." The leader of the men glanced over his shoulder and told one of the other thugs. "Hey, another broad! This one looks like she's be a real hot lay too. Go grab her. Lou! We'll get two for the price of one." The subordinate Lou obediently turned toward Ultrazon and came after her. As he reached her though, he stopped and gazed up in amazement. "Jesus, this broad is tall as house, and built like a stone wall, boss! Harry you better get over here too!" Harry the third thug joined his friend. "What's the matter with you? You cant take down one broad? Jeez she is a big mother though!" "I'm not a broad, and if I'm a mother, it's a real one. Now you two better speak respectfully to me, or I might forget I'm a lady!" Ultrazon said her voice firm and authoritative, now. "Get her, Harry" Lou yelled, and rushed the tall, red and gold clad figure. He might as well have smashed head-on into a stone wall. Ultrazon didn't even blink, as he bounced off her. She grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back "Aiiiiie!" he screamed As Ultrazon forced the first attacker down on one knee, Harry swung his fist at her face. His punch connected with her jaw, but it was the would-be rapist who screamed in pain, his knuckles broken, as Tod's had been weeks earlier. Ultrazon grabbed the screaming thug with one hand and lifted him in the air, then threw him at the leader. By now, oblivious to the fate of his subordinates, he was pushing the helpless, young girl to the ground and unzipping his pants. Harry's body hit him like a 90 mile an hour train. Both men went rolling down the alley. The frightened girl got up in a daze. "You saved me!" She said in disbelief, "Wow and you're a woman too! Boy what a woman! Be carefully though ma'am; they got guns!" " "You get out of here Honey! Don't worry about me. Their guns don't scare me at all. I'll see they don't ever bother you again. As she sped down of the alley, the girl turned and asked." Who are you?" "I'm Ultrazon!" Was the resounding answer. Ultrazon clipped Lou, the man she was holding in the hammerlock, lightly on the back of the neck, stunning him. Then she took off down the alley and caught the other two. They were still groggy and she easily corralled them. She dragged the three goons to a pay phone, tied them to a light pole and dialed 911. When she heard the sirens she disappeared into the night. Next morning at breakfast Kelly was in Seventh Heaven, as she read the early edition tabloid."Wow Mom you captured the Benson Street posse. The Police found them tied to a telephone pole. There's warrants, outstanding, for all of them. Growing in self-confidence, Mona or Ultrazon rapidly became the talk of Capital City. She fearlessly faced down the worst criminals in the city. The day came when Ultrazon was asked to join the Council of Righteousness, the organization of superheroines that made Capital City the safe, low-crime town it was. As a mark of the esteem, now accorded Ultrazon, it was the two most important superheroines in the Council, who came to extend the invitation, Silver Victory and Bright Angel. Both superheroines were as tall and strongly built as Ultrazon, though Bright Angel in ballet slippers appeared a trifle shorter, than the two booted heroines. They exuded an air of authority and restrained power, worthy of two reigning queens..Even the irrepressible Kelly was too impressed to do more than nod, for the first five minutes. Kelly remained a little intimidated by the austere, supremely dignified Silver Victory. She was soon chattering away, though, with the more approachable Bright Angel, whose sparkling, blue eyes extended a warm friendly welcome to all she met. Bright Angel's face was as austerely beautiful as Silver Victory, until she grinned impishly. A sprinkling of freckles on her classic nose completed the air of girlish gaiety. "Is it true you're really an angel?" Kelly blurted out. "Kelly!" her mother scolded. "Mind your manners!" "Its all right Ultrazon." Bright Angel laughed. "Yes Kelly! I'm really an angel See my wings are real." She half turned revealing two small, fluffy white wings growing from her shoulder blades. They were scarcely bigger than those of a small hawk. Bright Angel fluttered them, creating a slight breeze in the room "You can touch them, if you like, Kelly!" Kelly shyly reached out and touched one of the wings. Bright Angel laughed in a silvery tinkle. "Ooh that tickles!" Bright Angel laughed. "Wow their so soft!" Kelly said. "You can really fly with 'em?" "Oh yes! They are small, but very, very powerful. I can fly to the gates of heaven with them. If they were ever damaged, I wouldn't be able to return to heaven, and I would lose some of my powers. I'd be marooned here on earth until they healed, and that could take years." As Kelly chattered away with Bright Angel, exchanging confidences, as if they were both the same age, Silver Victory turned to Ultrazon and said. "Oh Ultrazon, Kelly is adorable. I wish I could be like that with young people, but I'm too stiff and stuffy. Bright Angel is amazing. She's the wisest, most mature being I know, and yet, when she's with young people, she can be as gay and carefree as one of them." When it was time to go Kelly reluctantly said goodby to Bright Angel, already thinking of her as her best friend. Bright Angel impulsively leaned over and kissed her cheek. Kelly gazed more shyly at Silver Victory, with awe and hero worship in her eyes. "We'll let you think it over. I know it's a big decision, especially for someone with the responsibility of a single parent." Silver Victory said to Ultrazon taking her aside. "She is a darling," She added, nodding at Kelly. "Perhaps some day, she..." "Not for a long time!" Ultrazon cut Silver Victory off with a smile. "Not until she's well grown up. Then we'll see. I'm honored by your invitation though, and I'll give it every consideration." As soon as the two heroines were out the door, Kelly began chattering immediately. "Oh migosh Mom, Silver Victory and Bright Angel! In our living room, telling my mom they'd be honored if she joined them. See I told you you're terrific! I knew it! Are you gonna do it? Wow the Council of Righteousness" "Have I any choice, with you deviling me on? " Mona answered with a grin. Within five years Ultrazon was one of the stalwarts of the Council of Righteousness. She was famous admired the world over. There were Ultrazon fan clubs in every country. To be continued....