Story Summary
An asteroid crashes to earth, carrying an alien organism. It infects, digests, and bonds with two people, Annette, and Lucinda, turning them into a morphing alien "goo", while keeping their consciousness intact. This gives them super-powers including the power to morph themselves, strength, absorb and reform matter - and eventually, the power to infect others.
Lucinda is a drug-addicted high-school dropout who is confused when infected and thinks she's become an angel. She creates an "angelic form" and starts delivering her own sexy form of both god's love and bloody justice.
Annette is a scientist, formerly short pudgy and invisible, who is equally fascinated understanding what she is, how she can use it to be everything she wasn't before (sexy, daring, exciting, spontaneous), and how to seduce and satisfy her life-long crush, Steve.
Eventually, Lucinda is 'discovered' in the outside world, and after the military fails to stop her, they call on Annette, who is very reluctant.
Annette is often able to stop her, but not to capture or kill her. They are nemesis.
Either girl may eventually infect others who are more 'expendable' to the story, and could die.
Amazon / MiniGTS elements
Lucinda eventually makes her angelic form 7' tall.
Annette makes a 'superhero' form to confront the Angel Lucinda, matching her 7' stature.
Annette discovers Steve has a thing for tall girls (how?), and uses it to torture and seduce him.
Backstory
Annette and Steve grew up as neighbors. She has been in mad love with him her whole life, but to him she's always 'just a friend', as he's not physically attracted to her short-pudgy appearance.
Lucinda/Lucy is a drug-addicted high school dropout and part time hooker. Her father left her mother, who was also addicted to drugs and barely paid her own rent working part time jobs.
Pilot Story
Outside a mid-western college town, a large asteroid crashes to the Earth. It's gawked by spectators until the site is closed to the public for safety reasons.
Infection one - Annette
While asteroids are typically metals, this asteroid contains a surprising amount of Carbon and trapped Hydrogen -- organic compounds - in unknown arrangements.
While under study at the local college, the material begins to move, mutate, and ultimately contaminates Annette, one of the student researchers.
Within hours, the compound has consumed her body, into a pool of black metalic goo. The researchers decide it's too dangerous, and incinerate the containment facility. Ten hours later, the pile of goo replicates a human body that is a shockingly attractive and slim version of Annette. (pic) It has bound with her conciousness, and for all purposes appears to be Annette.
Scenes allow Annette to come to grips with what has happened, explore the 'power' of her new form (senses, strength, morphing), and work with the researchers to try and understand what she is.
Even in the lab, she can sense the reactions of male scientists to her new attractive body, and it fascinates her. She's especially pleased when it's Steve.
Eventually she is able to get some private time with Steve to seduce him. He's reluctant at first, because he's having trouble coming to grips with her change, and he's a little afraid-of/intimidated-by her strength and power. She confesses that this is what she looked like when she dreamed of being with him.
Infection Two - Lucy
Some of the organism made its way into the water supply and multiplied. Through Annette's "dreams", we see glimpses of it emerging from a spring and crawling it's way up the food chain. From insects, to rodents, and finally to Lucy's boyfriend's dog, and then to Lucy.
Lucy doesn't understand what is happening to her, and after brutally but accidentally killing her abusive boyfriend Jed, her imagination morphs her into her over sexualized dream version of an angel (pic). she believes she's been touched by God.
Lucy then becomes a semi psychotic megalomaniac, believing she is delivering the touch of God to the righteous through sexual acts, and God's vengeance to the wicked through brutal violence, maiming, and killing.
Issues
Entity needs to talk to them more, especially Lucy. She needs to mistake the entity for God.
How do we avoid 'runaway spread' of the entity ruining the story?
allow the seeds to destroy offspring? (so Lucy destroys her offspring for being unworthy, and Annette doesn't make them)
Chapter Arc
Ch 1. Crash Landing (we are introduced to Annette and see the asteroid "shower")
Ch 2. Annette's initial infection
Ch 3. Annette's dream about the other fragment
Ch 4. Annette Wakes Up, Reborn
Ch 5. At night, Annette talks to the Alien inside her
Ch 6. Breakfast with Steve (on the other side of the glass). The military has arrived. Annette begins work figuring out what she is.
Ch 7. Lucy's Ascendance
Ch 8. Annette wants out of quarantine
Ch 9. Lucy visits the Crack House
Ch 10. Annette gets time out of the lab, alone with Steve
Ch 11. Lucy picks up a "Righteous Man", Tyson
Ch 12. The General scolts Annette, and Annette puts him in his place
Ch 13. Lucy wakes with Tyson, visits a Church
These two chapters need rewrites...
Ch 14. Annette the voluntary Lab Rat ??
Ch 15. Annette mimics a supermodel for Steve??
Ch 16. Lucy visits her former pimp
Random Ideas / Questions
How to get more height change?
Introduce Annette as hating being short... thus after her transformation, she's obsessed with being tall (make her initially even shorter, 5'2")
is steve into tall girls? or reluctant and intimidated at first?
How to add more talking with the entity? What does it want to talk about?
it could answer any question the host asks it.
it could have been sent to save humans from disease, death, extinction
it could have been sent to enable humans to travel the stars
the 'seeds' get to control and set parameters for future hosts
Title Ideas
"Tortured Angel", "Terrible Angel", "Misguided Angel", "Dark Angel" after Lucy's character
"The Entity" after the alien organism
..?
Characters
Annette Taft- 24yo - 5'2" brunette, out of shape, geeky science researcher, Biology phd student (pic)
subject one - the first human subject infected with the alien organism
new annette, after her shocking transformation 5'7"-5'9" brunette model perfection (pic) (megan fox, verionica ricci)
Steve - 24yo - 5'10" - Annette's lifelong friend. Geeky but active (avid cyclist and mountain biker). lithe. chemical and biology double major, working on masters in chemical engineering.
Dr Kent Rothchild - 48yo african american - 6' (exobiology research lead at the university) - PhDs in Biology, Molecular Physics, and Astronomy
Dr Judy Schwartz - 45yo white/jewish - 5'5" - CDC liason sent to the university, specialist in infectious disease
Major General Huffman - 45yo - 6' caucasian - In charge of military oversight.
Lucinda / Lucy Cross - 19yo - 5'6" drug-addicted teen, living with abusive 35yo Jed to get away from whoring on the streets
subject two - the second human subject infected with the alien organism
thinks she was chosen by God to be an angel, transforms into her own sexy version of an angel, to deliver her own twisted form of God's vengeance (pic)
Father Issac - a priest Lucy reveals herself to, to get a place to stay and house troubled kids she's helping
Police investigators
Transformed by Angel Lucinda
Chapters......
-- Ch 1. Crash Landing
Introduce Annette, the dorky, short, and pudgy science researcher, and Steve, her lifelong geeky 'just-friend' crush
??? Annette brings Steve a fancy coffee, and dotes on him, but his eyes are on a cute tall girl.
??? Steve laments to Annette about how the cute girl he was dating screwed him over.
??? show something Annette is vocally annoyed about being short .... can't reach something Steve put on a high shelf in the lab just to tease her
outside a mid-western college town, a large asteroid crashes to earth. It becomes a spectator site, until it is closed off by the military for public safety.
-- Ch 2. First Contact
It turns out the asteroid was partially biological in nature. A group of researchers at the university is given a fragment of the asteroid to study. The students don't understand why they have to follow bio-hazard protocols for a rock. Until they perform some experiments, and after putting the organism in fertile agar, they see it multiply under the microscope.
The rate of growth is unlike anything they've ever seen. In just a day, it's oozing out of the petri dish. While cleaning it up, the material starts to mutate based on things they touch it with. Part of it mutates into a long-legged spider-like creature. They're all fascinated by the spider, until Annette touches it. It instantly punctures her suit and skin and starts electrically shocking her, after a few frantic moments it falls inanimate to the floor.
They quarantine Annette, and run a set of blood tests. Though they admit they don't know what they are looking for. Everything comes up normal. They decide to keep her overnight for observation.
She has a weird vivid dream. She and Steve are having a picnic in a field of daisies. Her dress fits her trimly, her body an idealized version of reality. It's a bit of her 'dream come true' with Steve. Steve refers to himself as "we", and talks about how much "we need you to understand.", "will you accept us?". They kiss, only it's more than a kiss. It starts to consume her.
In the outside world, the team watching over her suddenly realizes something is happening when the body monitors go haywire. Her body is sending off electrical shocks. Then it starts to turn metallic black, like the organism from the asteroid. The researchers are going haywire trying to call someone, not knowing what to do. In just minutes, her body is reduced to a gelatinous pool of the metallic black stuff. With a heavy heart, they decide to press the red emergency button, burning everything in the quarantine room to cinders.
-- Ch 3. Connection
Annette has a dream she doesn't understand, which is actually about another part of the entity. It seeped into the water supply, oozed up through a river spring, consumed a small chipmunk and took it's form, running through the forest, until it came upon a dog that tried to eat it. The dog howled terribly as it was consumed.
We see a scene where a pet owner is calling for her dog at the edge of the forest. At first she's getting frantic, because she's not responding. Then finally the pitbull comes bounding out of the woods, jumping around her. She rubs the dog's fur, "don't you run off like that, he'll kill me if I lose you. Now come on, lets get back to the house." However, the dog doesn't follow her. She puts the leash on and tries to pull it, but the dog won't budge. She grabs it by the collar, and finds her hand burning and sinking into something. A moment later, she pulls her arm away, and it's a stump of shiny black metal, her hand entirely gone. She screams out. Then Annette wakes up.
-- Ch 4. Reborn
Annette wakes up feeling the cold solid floor beneath her. She can't get up. She tries to open her eyes, but she can't see. Not exactly. The world is just blurry shimmers of light around her. She hears a confusing mix of muffled sounds. She tries to scream, "help! Where am I?" - A voice answers her, "Do not be afraid, we are one." -- "Afraid? I can't move. I can't feel my arms or legs! What is happening!?"
Outside, the researchers are talking to the CDC about what to do. What exactly happened? What is the state of the material in quarantine? Should they call the military? One of them notices some movement in the room, and they all look to watch as the goo starts to change form. It crawls upward into a vertical pillar, and then protrusions emerge. In a few moments it's obvious they are limbs, a few more moments and the shape, while still metallic black, looks vaguely humanoid. A few more moments and it begins to look feminine, though with unnatural angular features. As it solidifies, the head turns, inspecting the room. Then she speaks...
"Hello? What's going on here? Hello?" Annette doesn't recognize her surroundings. She's in a room of metal covered with black soot from a recent fire. A part of the far wall is a thick glass window, with familiar and unfamiliar faces behind it. She can't just see them, she can *feel* them. Their hearts beating, heat emanating from them.
Outside, the scientists are stunned silent. What had moments before been a pile of black goo incinerated in the emergency procedures was now a stark naked Annette, looking entirely human. Steve stirs at the chance that his lifelong friend is not dead. He jumps to the microphone, "Annette? Is that you?"
She immediately recognizes his voice, though she can hear two versions of it. One soft directly from his lips, and the other emanating loudly from speakers in the walls. "Steve?" She looks around the room again, and feels suddenly unnerved as she looked down at herself. Her body was an unfamiliar form of metallic black metal, resembling the organism they were studying. She hardly believed it as the arms moved under her will, each shimmering with black inorganic perfection. "No! My arms! What am I?"
Through the glass she could hear the scientists clamor with each other. They were all speaking at once, making it hard to follow any one speaker. However, she knew what they were saying, they didn't believe she was herself. They were talking about calling in the military. Whatever she was, they wanted to stop her. Then she heard Steve's voice through the speakers, "Annette. Something happened. You had an accident with the organism. Don't worry. We're all here trying to make sense of it. Just sit tight."
His words were meant to be reassuring, but she could hear the nervous tremor in his voice. He was afraid, really afraid. Then the voice inside her head responded. "You are us. We are one. We are here to help. Take whatever form you wish."
As if by magic, Annette watched her arms change and lighten, the angular shapes fading into smooth curves, the metallic black turning into a natural skin tone. When it finished, she found herself looking down at a naked and obviously human form, though it wasn't exactly the unflattering body she was used to. It was slender and attractive - more like she wished herself in her dreams. Briefly, she was self-conscious about standing naked in front of the scientists. Reacting to her needs, parts of her skin became roughly textured and changed color, as the shape of a dress emerged from the surface. After a few moments, the fabric separated from her body, hanging lightly from her frame.
"Wow. That was something!" She moved her arms in wonder, and for the first time the dread that she was no longer herself gave way to the possibility that she was something more, something better. She took a few steps towards the glass panel, her feet making footprints in the ash. She could feel the heart rates of the unfamiliar scientists rise as she moved closer to them. Whatever she was, they were afraid of her. She didn't want them to be. "Whatever you'd like to do, I'll cooperate. If I were you, I'd want me to stay quarantined. Is there any chance we could do that somewhere that wasn't burned to a crisp?"
Steve was awestruck. Moment's ago he thought he friend Annette was dead. Now she seemed both very alive, and very alien. Her face was familiar, but the body he'd watched forge itself from the metallic goo was not. It was lithe and pretty, the dress showing off its flattering shape. Her voice was familiar too, but there was something unnervingly confident about the way she stood, the way she walked. His boss reached for the microphone, "Annette, what do you think is happening to you?"
"Well, that organism pricked through my suit yesterday, so if I had to guess, I'd say it's using me like a host." She held up her hand, still in wonder that it was hers even though it looked slightly different than she was used to. "It seems to have morphed into this body to make me comfortable. I can hear it in my head, but I admit it doesn't say much. Mostly just reminding me that 'we are one'." She lifted the hem of her skirt, inspecting what appeared to be completely natural fabric. "As for this dress, I don't know how that happened. I also have no idea how I've retained consciousness, or what this body is made of. Though if you get me some basic instruments I can start investigating."
"Alright. Let me confer with my colleagues a moment." He stepped from the microphone, not realizing she could still hear his every word. As he spoke, she walked around the room, inspecting the charred remains, trying to occupy herself. "I don't know if this is Annette, or the organism. We're dealing with something way beyond our technology here. The only immediate safeguard we have is the room incinerator, and there is no reason to believe it'll have any more effect if used a second time. I think we should try to keep it in confinement, and call the military in as a precaution. Any objections? Any thoughts?" The scientists shook their heads. "Excellent, Steve and I will stay here to observe, Pete, you call the CDC and get the military out here." Several of them stood and anxiously left the room.
Annette decided telling them she could hear through the glass would probably only create more fear. At the moment she felt like she was in control, like they had nothing to worry about. However, she was beginning to feel isolated and alone. She desperately wanted to be closer to Steve, to be held captive in quarantine. She wanted to prove who she was, both to them and to herself. She got an idea, and turned to the glass. "Steve, ask me something. Ask me something only I would know."
Steve's boss nodded at him, and Steve took to the microphone. "Okay. How about when we were ten, and we were playing on that log by the lake. What happened next?" Annette smiled at the memory, happy that her history was still with her.
"My pants got caught on a stray branch, and I fell and tore a pretty bad gash in my leg. I was freaking out, but you calmed me down. You turned my torn pants into a tight bandage, and spent an hour helping me hobble out of the woods on one leg. I was so grateful." Even as she spoke, Annette found herself brushing off an ash covered electrical outlet attached to the wall. She didn't know why, but she could feel warmth emanating from it. She set her hand to rest against it as she looked back to the glass. She could see Steve tearing up as he nodded to confirm the story.
"Steve, it's going to be alright," she offered, trying to comfort him through the thick glass. She could feel her hand getting very warm, and tried to lift it away from the outlet, only to find it wouldn't budge. Her hand was mis-shapen, having morphed and dug into the outlet cover. The current didn't hurt, it just felt like warm energy seeping into her, radiating up her arm. She didn't want to alarm Steve or her boss, so she tried to appear comfortable, as if she was just casually leaning against the wall. She called out in her mind, "stop. whatever you are doing, you have to stop."
The organism's voice came to her. "We are feeding. We need energy to grow." She didn't like the organisms answer. She felt anger welling up inside her at it, and inside her head her own voice screamed out, "Stop. Now!"
----- ????
Ch 5. Adjustment
Annette spends the night in a dialog with the entity inside her
...it helps her clean the room by 'absorbing' ash and charred material, and materializes her a metallic chair to sit in. The entity explains that it finds her a very compatible host. She admits that she's finding the bond pleasant as well. The entity asks if there are more like her who would accept it as a host.
She cautions the entity to slow down, that if it starts going around inhabiting humans, there would likely be all kinds of trouble. The entity doesn't understand, and 'must multiply to survive', that she must help it multiply. The conversation turns frustrating, and she feels pain, the first sense of the organism exerting it's control over her. She backs-off, and agrees to help it be safe, to multiply, but asks for it to be patient. She explains that if she becomes a friend, like they have, then the humans will help it multiply, but if it makes them fear it, they will try to destroy it. Trust me. I will keep you safe. Now, teach me about what we can do.
Ch 6. (Morning comes)
As Annette adjusts to her situation, she notices Steve is more than caring, he's looking at her the way she always wished he would. She asks what's going on, he admits she's beautiful. She admits this whole thing is like a dream. They place hands on either side of the glass. She can sense his heat, notices the way he's checking her out, and turns him on with her new body and a little accidental additional cleavage. He realizes she can hear him without the microphone, which startles him. She has to explain why, which kind of kills the moment.
Ch 7. (The next day, the military shows up, talks with her. )
She demonstrates some morphing of her form. (materializing a black metallic ball out of her hand, re-morphing her dress) She insists that if they get her some equipment, she can try to figure out what the substance is. With the microphone off, the military talks about their concerns, whether the room can contain the substance, and worst-case scenarios. -- Annette confesses she can hear them, and that they are wasting valuable time. They can get answers much faster if they involve her. For example, you want to know if this containment room will hold me. She walks over and 'absorbs' the material of the door lock mechanism, letting the door swing free on it's hinges. "No, it can't. I'm here by my own free will. Whatever I am now, It's still me. You want to understand it. Well I do too. Let me help." -- The general agrees to prepare a lab for her to work alongside willing scientists.
The next day, Annette is in a lab confronted by four scientists in HAS-MAT suits, one of them Steve. She desperately wants to hug him, but keeps it professional. She briefly explains what she knows of the organism. She picks up a pencil off the table and demonstrates 'absorbing' it into her hand. Then she produces four identical copies of it, setting them onto the table. Three scientists each take one and recede to their lab benches,
The fourth is Steve, also in a hasmat suit. His reaction to her is much more personal. They gingerly approach each other, then touch hands, then hug. Steve cringes and starts exclaiming that she's squeezing him too hard, hurting him. She lets go. They talk about how they have no idea of her strength.
Steve wants to get some basic measurements. They put her on a scale, turns out she weighs 165 lbs, nearly the same weight she did before the transformation, though she doesn't at all look like it. She makes jokes about the weight, referring to how on any other day she'd be terrified to see that number on a scale. He asks her to stand next to a measuring stick. She mentions how silly it is to measure the height or shape of a morphological psychology, but complies. He reads off the 5'7" measurement. She mocks a scowl, jesting that she was hoping for 5'9". In just moments, Steve watches her frame rise, until she's almost as tall as he is. The confident smirk on her face, combined with her already attractive figure standing so close to him, is as arousing as it is intimidating. He feels himself getting a little bothered, and tries to get back to business to break the tension. "Does that mean you can morph yourself like you did those pencils?"
"Yup. Seeing my hand morph is still a little freaky, but more anthropomorphically correct changes are not as disturbing. Would you like another demonstration? For science of course." She rests her hand on his leg, increasing the intimacy of the moment as much as she can separated by the airtight seal of his suit. Then she gently puffs some visible cleavage into her chest. She knows her flirting is working, both because of where his eyes wander, and the additional heat she can see radiating from his flushing skin.
Steve finds himself really turned on by her actions. Too turned on. They are sitting in a science lab, with three other scientists, and video cameras everywhere. "Annette!" He takes her hand and tries to remove it from his leg, surprised that he can't so much as budge it. He struggles against her for a moment, before she puts on a satisfied smirk and gives in, removing her hand. It takes Steve a moment to center himself. He finally remembers why he's there, and reaches into his pocket. "This is a pressure gauge. I'd like you to squeeze it in your hand, so we can see how much force you can impart on it."
For a moment, Annette lingered in satisfaction at having flustered Steve, then she reached for the pressure gauge. It took her a moment to figure out how to best apply force. Held in one hand, she pressed her opposite palm against the spindle. At first she found it curious, watching the needle move as she pressed against the device. Thirty, forty, fifty. However, the gauge only went up to sixty. Then she read the units. That was sixty pounds of force, and she was barely trying. She wasn't sure what to do, so she just kept pressing. She could briefly hear the faint sounds of the mechanism bending under the strain, until the device began to give way in her hands. The more she squeezed, the more it crumpled. When the dial had completely collapsed, the solid metal piston finally offered her some real resistance. She stopped there, offering the mangled apparatus to a stunned Steve. "Sorry. Do you want me to try and fix it?"
"Na, no. That's quite alright." Steve took the metal remains from Annette, suddenly a little afraid of what she was capable of. He also had no idea what to write down as the result of the test. He stuffed the debris into his pocked just before one of the other scientists walked up to them.
He gave Annette a funny once over, noticing the changes to her look and not sure what to make of them. Then he held up the remains of the pencil he'd been given. "As far as I can tell, this is a perfectly normal pencil in every way. The organism," he paused, feeling a bit awkward about how to refer to her, "I'm sorry, you Annette, seem to have reproduced it at a cellular level. It's quite astonishing. However, it doesn't tell us much about the organism itself. What is it, what are you, made of?"
Ch 7. Ascendance
Lucy walks back into her house, where she finds her boyfriend half drunk. He's agitated that she was gone so long. He asked her to take the dog for a shit, not on a vacation. Then he rages that the dog isn't even there. She apologizes, and explains that he ran off into the woods. He gets in her face and yells at her, "I told you never to take him off the leash. He's a pitbull, bred for killer instinct. He was expensive, and I don't need someone wanting me to put him down because he bit their kid." She yells back, trying to defend herself, "well maybe if he has such killer instinct, I shouldn't be handling him at all. What if he bites me?"
He stares back at her with contempt. "Are you back-talking me?" He grabs her chin, and gets up close in her face, backing her against the wall. "You live here on my dime, and you're back-talking me? You get to sit around all day, doing whatever the hell you want. All I expect is for you to cook one meal, walk my dog, and fuck, and you sure as hell can't do the first two." He aggressively smeared his hand down her neck, until he was groping her chest. "Its time to remind me why I keep you around."
"Jed, get off me, you're drunk." She gently pushed at him, trying to stop him from grabbing at her body like a piece of meat. He must be even more drunk than she realized, because he stumbled a few steps back.
"Ohh you got some kinda nerve shovin' me like that. You're going to open those sweet legs for me, or I'm going to beat you senseless." He raised his hand up over his head, and swung it down hard towards her face.
Lucy braced herself for what was coming. She was all too familiar with Jed when he was in one of his moods. The sting of his palm, or his belt, or his fist. She told herself she should leave him, to get away, but where would she go? She was just a drug-addicted high-school drop-out. Jed had been one of her whoring tricks, until he gave her a reliable roof, food, and money. Most of the time he wasn't even around, off at work. When he came home, she'd just make him a cassarole or tv dinners, bring him a beer or two, let him stick it in her once or twice, and he'd crash out and leave her alone until the next day. At the moment, however, his mood was ripe. Something must have upset him, and when that happened he took it out on her. She opened her eyes, wondering where the sting was, only to see his arm finally swinging towards her. However, when his hand slammed into her face, it felt like a gentle push, her head barely tilting to the side.
"Owww!" Jed screamed out loudly, shaking his hand as if in pain. "What the fuck did you do? Are you trickin' me?" He reached for her neck, squeezing around it violently. Lucinda, however, felt no pain at all. It was the most perplexing moment, having Jed rage at her like he had a hundred times, and feeling nothing. She wondered if she'd finally gone numb. If this was what it felt like to truly not care about anything anymore. "Don't matter. I'm still gonna fuck you good, and if yer lucky I won't throw you back in the gutter where I found ya."
She felt him grab her wrist, moving to pull her towards the kitchen island where dozens of times before he'd bent her over and taken her. Only this time the moment where she was yanked across the room, her body yielding to his, never came. She looked down with a calm confusion, watching him aggressively tug at her. Then she had the strangest inspiration, she twisted her wrist, grabbing his, and yanked back. She watched as, beyond all logical explanation, his body flailed across the room like a rag-doll, crashing into the end-table and knocking the lamp onto it's side.
Jed stumbled to his feet, screaming. "Shit, what the fuck! Did you drug me? What is going on?"
Lucy didn't know if she was dreaming, hallucinating, or dead, but for once she felt powerful. She walked towards him and grabbed his arm. As she closed her grasp, it felt soft and squishy in her hand, and he cried out in pain, falling to one knee. She looked down at him, suddenly weak, blood trickling near her grip. He tugged at her shirt trying to free himself, tearing it open. She didn't know whether she was in heaven or hell. She didn't much care. At least she didn't have to put up with his abuse. "Jed, you are a bastard. I play house, letting you take me like a slave just for a safe place to sleep, but that isn't enough for you. You have to hit me, and hit me. Enough is enough. You want to see what pain feels like?"
She didn't know how or why she did it, but she did. She brought her other hand to his forearm and snapped it in half like it was a pretzel stick. Blood spewed everywhere, and when she was done, Jed was on the floor screaming, and the rest of his severed limb was still in her hands. He looked bad, and as his screaming died down, his face was so pale he looked like he was dead or soon would be. Thing is, she didn't feel a thing about that either. She dropped the rest of his arm on top of his limp body, and walked towards the restroom to wash the blood off her hands.
Looking in the mirror, the blood wasn't just on her hands, she was covered in it. It was sprayed across her torn top, it was sprayed over her half exposed breast, it was sprayed all over her face. She didn't want to stay in Jed's house one more minute, but she wanted it gone. Before she could even think of heading to the shower, something magical happened. The blood started to disappear, like it was being magically washed away. She wondered if it was God's way of washing away the pain of Jed, washing away her hurt. She had always promised him that if he would save her from her life, save her from the pain, she would gladly serve him for eternity. She wondered if he would make her an angel, and briefly imagined herself with wings and a flowing gown. In only moments, her clothes melted into her skin, replaced by gorgeous satin white fabric. More shocking however, was the silvery white shape sprouting behind her shoulders. (pic)
Lucy felt warmth and awe flowing through her as she flexed her angelic wings. They were only barely extended when they touched the confines of the small bathroom's ceiling and walls. Seeing her wings in the mirror was astounding, but the dress left something to be desired. It looked like it could have been her grandmother's wedding gown. Did being an Angel have to be so stuffy? She imagined how she would fashion an Angel, and astonishingly the fabric remodeled itself right in front of her. Her neckline plunged, the long gown shortened and thinned into a translucent fabric. She marveled at the experience, experimenting further, turning her hair into long platinum blonde locks, and and making her skin a perfectly smooth heavenly sheen. She held out her hands, as if presenting herself, then she re-sculpted her body to perfection, shaping her legs, her hips, then her stomach. Finally her breasts firmed and swelled into the glorious proportions she'd always dreamed of. When she was finished, she saw no reason to hide her body's perfection, so she removed more fabric, until she was only barely covered. Strips of cream white tastefully covering only part of her breasts, a pink translucent skirt hanging very low on her hips and only barely covering her sex. Then, as quickly as the fabric had thinned, ringlets of metal sprouted around her arms and neck, and a sexy metal jeweled belt emerged from her bare waist. She smiled, pleased at having created her own sexy style of angelic perfection. (pic)
Back in the living room, her wings half outstretched, she knew Jed's heart was still. She knelt down next to him, paying no attention to her sash draping into the pool of blood. She put her hand across his forehead, "be still Jed. I forgive you, and I pray that you have found your way to Heaven." She gently closed his eyelids. As she stood, her sash rose out of the blood as pristinely white as it had entered. Everywhere her body had touched the ground the blood was absent, somehow expunged by any contact with her. She turned, walking towards the door, her feet absorbing blood and leaving footprints of clean bare floor behind. She knew her angelic form was too much for the world, and with each step towards the door, her wings melted into her. When she reached it, she was wearing a pristine white but otherwise unremarkable tank top and pants. Her body, she kept the same. She saw no reason to give up that perfection as she took her first steps into the world as an immortal angel.
Ch 8. Shut In - Annette is exhausted of being stuck in the lab
Annette and Steve are talking privately (or as privately as you can in a lab with 24/7 military surveillance). It's been three days, and Annette's patience for being confined to the lab is growing short. She expresses her emotional frustration to Steve. She just doesn't understand why they need to keep her here. She's already cooperating. She could leave at any time.
The General arrives. He has been briefed on her growing dislike for being confined to the lab. They have a difficult conversation, which occurs as if Steve isn't there (because he isn't important). The General appreciates her cooperating. He confirms what they both already know, that they have no current means of containing her, as the organism seem to be able to consume and rearrange any conventional materials. He wants to come up with a mutually agreed plan of limited mobility, to safeguard public safety as best they can. Annette understands his concerns, and her unique situation, but appeals to him that 'she's still just a college girl'. She wants to get outside, move around, spend some normal time with her friends.
The General insists that he's on board with letting her spend some time outside the lab, but that an escort needs to be with her at all times. She's flustered. She explains that he's being ridiculous. That they can't contain her. They can't force her to do anything. Perhaps they should try trusting her a little. The General tries to get her to understand his perspective. He can't exactly tell the president he's allowed an intelligent alien organism of unknown capability off on it's own. 'Yet if that's just what I want to do, you can't exactly stop me either.'. -- "Please Annette, I'm in a difficult situation. Let's work together to find a resolution."
She proposes that they can give her a cellphone, and she can check in every hour. Not good enough for the General. She needs to be under 24/7 surveillance. They can use cameras in the lab and in her home, to give her some normalcy, but otherwise an escort needs to be able to see her at all times. She looks at Steve and grumbles, as none of this is going to get her any private time with him. Still, it's better than being stuck in the lab, she reluctantly agrees. She makes very clear that this isn't what she wants, but she wants it to be clear that she's fully cooperating. / The General thanks her for cooperating. He insists that he'll have her security detail ready in a couple hours.
Ch 9. Guardian Angel
Lucy shows up at a crack house, having taken on her old "human" persona. They recognize her, and want to know how much she wants. They quote prices. she's "not there to shoot up. she's done with that part of her life. she's looking for her mother." she shows them a picture. The dude at the door struggles to see the picture in the dim light, and hems-and-haws about whether he's ever seen her there before. She just wants to walk through, take a look to see if her mom is there. The guy tries to stop her, "you know I can't let you do that". Finally her patience runs thin, and she gets stern. Explaining that she's going to look through the place for her mom, and then be on her way. She tries to walk past him, but he grabs her wrist. She keeps walking, yanking him along behind her like he weighs nothing. She finally stops, lifting him enough to put her other hand around his neck and lift him further. "You're going to let go of me, or I'm going to break every bone in that hand." He lets go, and she drops him to fall limply to the ground.
On the second floor, she sees her mom across the room, lying back with a needle still in her arm. She rushes over, pulling out the needle, trying to rouse her mother. It takes a while to get her eyes to open, and her pupils are fully dilated. Lucy knows the signs, her dose was recent, and big. "Don't worry mom, I'm going to get you out of here." She hoists her up over her shoulder, and hefts her body like it's weightless.
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She sets her mother's limp body in the car, and buckles her in. She tells her "she'll be right back". She heads back into the front door. The guy at the front door is a little afraid of her. She says she wants to talk to Kal. "You're fuckin' crazy bitch. You don't get to waltz in here and make demands." He pulls a gun out from under the counter, "Now, you turn your pretty little ass around and get out of here before you find some real trouble."
She reaches her hand out, putting her palm on the muzzle of the gun. As she grasps it, he pulls the trigger. With the slide held firmly in her grasp, unable to move, the force of the bullet's explosion sends the grip slamming into and breaking his thumb. He screams as he hugs his hand to his chest. She drops the gun, and the bullet that flattened into her palm onto the table. "I want to talk to Kal. Now."
"Fuck! He's in the back. Second door on your right." As she steps past him, he presses an intercom button, "guys, some crazy bitch is heading back there." She thinks to herself, not a crazy bitch, an angel, physically morphing into the street-clothes version of her angelic persona.
Inside, a huge bodyguard is blocking her path. "I'm here to see Kal." The bodyguard looks over her perfect body, and decides this girl is one Kal will be interested in meeting. He steps aside, ushering her through.
The room is dark and messy, beer bottles, half used needles, and cigarette butts littered among velvet couches and low glass tables. Across the room, a man is sitting back on the couch, getting a blowjob from a girl who hardly seems eighteen. He looks up to see Lucy's angelic form, donned in an out-of-place white tank top and pants. He grabs the girls shoulders to stop her, "baby, you can finish this later. Scram." The girl looks up, disappointed, and is even more disappointed when she sees Lucy's perfect body, a body she can't begin to compete with. She grabs a needle off the table and heads for the door as Kal puts his dick back in his pants.
Before the two girls can pass, Lucy puts her arm out. "I was like you once. Run away from this life and never look back." The girl puts on a sour face, shoving herself around Lucy's grasp, fully intent on shooting up the minute she gets out the door. Lucy considers intervening more, but she's not here for the girl, she's here for Kal.
"Hey sweetheart, you looking to party? What's yer poison?" Lucy had never met Kal, but she'd met plenty of guys like him. Guys looking to shoot a girl up and take what they wanted from her.
Lucy didn't answer him, she just curled up next to him like she'd done to so many guys in the past. "Ohh, I'm not here for me. I'm here for you."
Kal immediately moved in close, wrapping his arm around her. "Are you, baby? For a girl as gorgeous as you, I'm happy to make time." He stroked his hand down her cheek, down her neck, and down the neckline of her tank-top, pulling it aside to get a better look. "That's a fuckin' sweet pair of tits. You want me to come all over 'em, or you want to finish what Cindy started and suck me off?"
The scene was all too familiar for Lucy, and without the fear of pain, she found herself feeling curious, almost playful. She turned and climbed onto Kal, straddling his lap, "you can't handle me, big boy. I'd ride you until you were bloody, and still be left wanting."
This chick was not only gorgeous, she was saucy, and she was getting him rock hard. He reached up, squeezing her gorgeous plump tits in his hands, finding them more supple than he expected given how bouyant they were without a bra. He briefly wondered where she came from and why she was there, though he didn't really care. He just wanted to fuck her, and get her juiced up so she's keep coming back to him for a fix.
Lucy was numb to guys grabbing at her tits, so she paid it no attention. Though she did notice how nice her new shape felt, pressed around by his groping hands. "Kal, you are a sinner, and I am your chance to repent." Sitting atop a man was so familiar, so automatic for her, she was already grinding against his hardness like it was nothing more than a handshake. She reached a hand down into his pants, laying her fingers against his cock. "I have no business judging sins of the flesh, so you fuck whoever you want, but if you don't repent and swear to God you'll stop selling drugs to kids, I'm going to tear your dick off and feed it to you raw."
Kal didn't know where this chick got her twisted sense of humor, but he kind of liked it. He decided to play along. "Tell you what, baby. You show me how tight that little pussy of yours is, and I might even consider it." He lifted at the bottom of her tank top, shoving his hands up under it.
Lucy could tell she hadn't taken her threat seriously. It wasn't her desire to punish people, her goal was to get him to repent, and for that to happen he had to believe her. To take her seriously. She's only ever known one way to get a guy to do anything, and that was to get him so turned on he was begging for her to get him off. Then she could get him to do almost anything. In fact, it was one of the few things she considered herself good at. In her mortal life she'd mostly done it for money, but now she could use it for good.
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she puts him inside her, teasing him to the brink... gets him begging
then she tells him he has to swear to God that he will stop selling drugs to kids
he jokingly plays along at first, fucking her, and laughing about her request.... but then he starts to get mad she won't finish him
he starts to demand that she finish him, pulling at her body to try to force himself to climax
she keeps telling him to repent. and he starts to get mad.. "who the fuck are you to come in here and tell me what to do? you crazy religious bitch."
she declares herself the "Lucinda, the angel of mis-treated youth"... he thinks she's completely crazy
meanwhile, she's finding her whole dominance over him a little too arousing. She is starting to get off herself. It builds slowly at first, as she's telling him to repent. Then it catches her off-guard, and she feels the climax building.
She arches her back, her wings finally sprouting from her back, as her climax comes in full force. Her vaginal muscles clench down, crushing his penis inside her. He screams out. His bodyguard is already at his side, freaking out about her having huge wings. He tries to pull her off his boss, only to be swatted against the wall by one of her wings.
She looks between her legs to see the blood gushing, and realizes what's happened. She blames it on the fact that he failed to repent, and it being 'gods will' for him to be punished. She rises off the bloody mess, only to reach down and tear his penis off with her bare hands. Now blood is really spurting from his groin, all over her body and the couch. She stuffs the bloody remains of his penis into his mouth, and stands up, the blood immediately dissolving from her body and clothing. As she walks towards the door, her wings recede into her shoulders and she hears a loud bang and feels a briefly strong pressure in her back. She ignores it, as her body pushes the bullet out into the floor.
Ch 10. ??? (Annette gets time out of the lab, semi-private time with steve)
Annette looks around the room of her apartment, able to sense the location of every camera the military had installed in the walls.
Steve arrives early, briefly surprised to see her looking like 'old Annette'. She explains that she has to look like this in her apartment, around her old friends.
After her geeky friends arrive (Kelly, Linda, Linda's b/f Simon), she tries to break the ice that 'something happened' to her, without actually explaining any of it. (that she won't be in class, that she's sort of confined to her apartment) The lack of information just makes the whole thing more mysterious and interesting for them. Then they all get annoyed because she won't tell her friends the truth.
Eventually they make drinks, put on some music, and get back to 'typical' geeky conversation topics.
After a few hours, her friends have to get home to get some sleep. Steve stays after they leave, closes the door, and comforts her with a hug, "are you okay? that must have been hard." While in his arms, she transforms into smoking hot 'new Annette', startling him. He stammers a bit, both because of how strange it is to see and feel, and because of how attracted to her he is.
"I'm just glad you're here. I feel like you're the only one I can be myself with now." She rests her head on his shoulder, already sensing his pulse quicken and temperature rise from her proximity. However, it's not just his reaction, she was also reminded how much sexier she felt in her new body, knowing all she could do. She consciously turned up her female pheromones, desperately wanting to kiss him, but nervous about how he would respond. "Will, you stay with me? Just for a while?" She didn't wait for an answer, as she took his hand and led him across the room.
Steve quickly realized her question was rhetorical as she sat him on the couch and curled up on him. He wasn't sure how he felt about what was going on. He and Annette had been 'just friends' for so long, that being so attracted to her, and being this close to her, would have been confusing even if she wasn't half extra-terrestrial. They'd sat together countless times, and was never like this. He could feel his body tingling, his every attention focused her. The smell of her hair, the way her thighs looked tucked against each other, the way the side of her chest pressed into him, her arm laid against him, her hand gently moving. And it wasn't just how attractive she was. In the lab he'd seen what she was capable of. In addition to morphing her own body, she'd crushed instruments like they were tin foil, and dissolved and re-constructed matter at will. Despite her flirtation, thinking about what she could do made him just a little bit afraid.
She could feel the tension in him, and it excited her. She had always wanted Steve, since they were kids. Now that this miracle had happened, now that she'd been transformed, he finally wanted her too. She could sense it. They could finally be something more than friends. She lay against him, rubbing his arm, hoping he would make the next move. If she only knew anything about how to be sexy for a man. She certainly wasn't going to give up without trying. She made a subtle change to her neckline, showing more skin, and hoped it would be enough. Then she picked her head up off his chest, looked him in the eye, and spouted out just about the dumbest question a girl can ask, "Steve, do you like me?"
"Annette..?" Steve was stunned. Her face was as familiar was it was beautiful, framed by straight brunette locks, and a suddenly impressive show of cleavage. That, and something about her just *felt* sexy.. He desperately wanted to kiss her, and under any other circumstances he would have. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't even know *what* she was - the scientists were still trying to decide whether to classify her as an advanced artificial intelligence, or a morphing alien biomass. "We've been friends our whole lives, of course I like you. This is just... alot to take in."
"Steve," she exclaimed, a little frustrated, "I'm trying to flirt with you!" She was all out of her depth, so she fell back on the only thing she knew. Science. "I can hear your elevated heart-rate, feel your flushed skin, and smell your scent. You are obviously attracted to me. Do I have to write 'kiss me' on my forehead?" For a brief moment she realized she could do just that with only a thought.
"Annette," Steve began, trying to backpedal out of this situation, "of course I'm attracted to you, you're stunning." As he said it, his eyes briefly and subconsciously darted down at the opening in her shirt, then back to her plush lips. "You're also under twenty-four-seven military surveillance." As soon as he'd reminded himself of the fact, he looked around the room, "you know there are cameras on us right now. Is this really the right time for this?"
Annette curled her lips in satisfaction, both at his compliment, and the way his body was reacting to her. Not only could he not keep his eyes off her, but she could see the early signs of his sexual arousal. All of it bolstered her confidence, encouraging her to push further. "Before I emerged, I was dreaming of us. We were having a picnic in an open field, and this is how I wanted to look for you. This whole experience is like a dream come true, so you'll forgive me if I don't care about a couple cameras." She decided to get a little closer, so she straddled a leg over him.
Steve found it impossible not to respond to the beautiful girl crawling onto his lap. Questions of what she was seemed to fade away as he let his hands fall into her sides, feeling her shape. She smiled and leaned back slightly, as if inviting him to touch her. He slipped his fingers under her shirt, caressing her skin, and exposing a strip of the most perfectly toned tummy he'd ever felt. Meanwhile, he briefly glanced again at inviting cleavage visible through the surprisingly low and wide cut of her shirt. His senses were overloaded with arousal. He reached his hands to her back, pulling her in.
Annette felt the moment coming as if in slow motion. She had dreamed of it so many times before, and now it was here. Her arms fell on his shoulders before her lips found his. Gently at first, the lips and tongues touched. Then she slipped her fingers into his hair, slowly increasing her pace, her tongue dancing with his. She didn't have much experience, but she knew how to kiss a boy.
As she increasingly lost herself in it, she couldn't remember a kiss ever feeling so steamy. She had let her body fall into him, making her fully aware of both her breasts crushing into his chest, and the budding erection creeping up in his pants. She alternately dove and retreated her tongue, her pent up desire pushing her into a frenzy. She realized his hands had switched from caressing her sides, to pushing into her tummy. She broke off to see Steve panting with a shocked look in his eyes. She felt suddenly ashamed, "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong? I'm probably not very good at this."
"It's," he briefly panted, "okay. I just... need to breathe." It was the most passionate kiss Steve had ever received, until he felt himself needing air. She was holding his head so firmly he couldn't pull away, and found himself pushing first gently, then firmly into her tummy, as he briefly panicked, hardly able to budge her. It was a reminder of how strong she was, putting a moment of hesitation into his otherwise overwhelming desire for another kiss. "I don't think you're quite aware of your own strength. Maybe we should wait until..." he had no idea how to finish that sentence.
"Wait?" Annette was a little perplexed until she finally realized what had happened. She'd felt him trying to back away and was so into it she didn't let him free. She brushed a hand through his hair, "ohhh, I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?" She was trying to be sincere, but she couldn't help feeling a little superior. Only hours after her transformation she realized she was much stronger than any man. Since then she'd been being careful, she just kinda forgot. She leaned in, gently kissing his cheek, then whispering into his ear, "you don't really want to wait do you? I can be gentle." She set her lips onto his neck, tasting his skin with her tongue and working her way up.
Steve found her attitude a bit condescending. She could really hurt him if she wasn't careful. Still, he couldn't help respond as her lips worked they way up, finally sucking on his earlobe. His hands found their way to her. The feel of her body could only be described as perfect. Trim and tight everywhere, until he dared caress the soft shape of her breast. His fingers tugged at the edge of her shirt.
Annette loved feeling his hands on her. Every moment reminded her she was no longer tortured by soft flab she could never rid herself of. As his fingers ventured onto the exposed skin of her breast, she wondered if she'd have the natural reactions a human body would. Would her nipples be sensitive to the touch? As if in response, her sensation increased until she could feel threads of fabric, then she willfully hardened herself into them. While it hadn't been entirely natural, she held back a snicker of satisfaction at her new existence and the things she could do.
As Steve massaged into her breast, he felt her nipple respond, and couldn't help touching and squeezing at it through the fabric. He realized she had stopped sucking at his ear, and briefly watched him before bringing her lips back to his, sinking gently into another kiss. Her pace was softer and gentler this time. As he worked his hands under her shirt, he had ample moments to breathe as their lips and tongues danced against each other. He had lifted her shirt halfway off before she surprisingly stopped him.
Annette leaned in, whispering into his ear, "Steve, I want you, but you said it yourself, we're on camera. I think we should keep our clothes on." She sat back, and found Steve pre-occupied, looking around the room. Presumably wondering where the cameras were. She knew their exact locations, as she could hear the ultra-high-frequency whine of their circuits, but she didn't think telling him would make it any better. She took his hands and slipped them onto her bare tummy. "Don't stop, I liked what you were doing."
As she sank back into a kiss, and his hands rubbed against her skin, she wondered why she even cared about the cameras. The idea that somewhere soldiers were watching their supposed military threat make out with her boyfriend was mostly comical.
Boyfriend. She liked how it felt thinking of Steve as her boyfriend, even though she was getting a little ahead of herself. Right now she just wanted to enjoy him. She again lamented her lack of experience with boys, and tried to let her instincts guide her. With her enhanced senses, she could feel not only his erection pressing into her, but she could feel it throbbing with his heartbeat. It was like a beacon drawing her in.
Steve's hands had found their way up her shirt, back to her breasts, caressing them through the lace fabric of her bra. Then he felt her touch him, her fingers slowly rubbing him through his jeans. His kissing slowed, and his hands came to rest against her tummy, the stimulation momentarily demanding his full attention.
For Annette, the moment was empowering. In the past, Intimacy had always been an awkward flurry of self-conscious self-judgement about her body, always with the lights off. All of that was gone. As she rubbed Steve through his pants, the way he acted made it seem like her touch was the only thing in the world he cared about. The few men Annette had been with before had never responded to her like this. She wished there were no cameras, so they could enjoy each other with wild abandon. Just then, she felt something vibrating. Not physically, but in the air around her. It was incredibly high pitched, and would have been a shriek if it had been audible. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone and the room was quiet. Too quiet. She quickly realized the sound of the camera circuits was gone.
Steve was still rapt with her touch and hadn't noticed a thing, when the soldiers came crashing through the door.
Ch 11. (Lucy curls up to a bar in a fancy neighborhood)
Lucinda parks her boyfriend's pickup in a nice part of town, near a classy bar she'd been to once a long time ago. She found it ironic that an angel is driving around in a beat up truck; she'll have to do something about that. The police will probably be looking for his car soon anyhow. She points the rear-view mirror at herself and watches her outfit change. The tank top melts and shimmers against her skin, then a new shape emerges, a short sexy silvery-white dress with a draped neckline that fit her angelic body like a glove. (pic pic pic) She turns off the car, but leaves the keys in the ignition.
Inside, at the bar, a sharply dressed man offers to buy her a drink, she agrees "only if you have a good soul", Delivering God's retribution has mentally exhausted her, and she doesn't have the energy for another troubled soul.. He nods, and she's skeptical, but she tells the bartender she'll have a double single malt scotch, neat.
He offers up his name (Tyson), sits, admires her incredible figure, asks about her day.
Lucinda cryptically talks about how she thinks she helped her mother, but it's hard to know. And she showed a man the price of his mistakes. (he thinks she means she broke up with a boyfriend)
"I understand. I just broke up with my girlfriend after finding out she cheated on me. People like that don't deserve us."
"No, they most certainly do not. So you've never lied or cheated?"
"Me? Na. Maybe a white lie here or there, but nothing that hurt anyone. But you know what they say, nice guys finish last. Picked up my girlfriend's phone to find several weeks of sexting and hookup arrangements. It made me as sad as it did angry. I really liked her."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Lucy felt a pang of guilt. She'd done far worse in her former life. She downed half of the scotch in one gulp. "I have to confess, my life used to be filled with transgression. I lied, I seduced, I manipulated. I was lost, and somehow God offered me a second chance." She waited for the alcohol to dull her senses, and instead found it warming, invigorating her. "Do you believe in second chances?"
Tyson tilted his head for a moment, thinking, "I believe I do. We all deserve the chance to be our best selves." It wasn't often people brought up a higher power in chit-chat at the bar. It made him wonder about her, but she was attractive enough to overlook it. "I'd settle for meeting an honest woman."
Lucy looked him over and found something about him endearing. He was attractive without trying to be polished and slick. His hair was a bit disheveled, his button down shirt a bit wrinkled. He was just what he was. He took what life handed him and made the best of it. She decided he deserved God's love. She could handle that. She reached a hand over, setting it on his thigh. "I promise never to lie to you."
Tyson was surprised at the change in her demeanor. She had quickly gone from a bit icy and reserved, to touching him flirtatiously. Not that he was complaining, the woman was a perfect ten. As she leaned towards him, wisps of her platinum blonde hair fell down the front of her dress, drawing attention to her jaw dropping shape. He struggled to keep the conversation flowing, "how about we start simple. What's your name?"
"Lucinda. Lucinda Cross." It was the first time she'd ever told a man in a bar her real name. It made her feel different, honest, exposed. He had already responded to her flirtation, slipping his arm around her, rubbing thin satin fabric against her hip. She found men so predictable, so easy to lead. In minutes, she could have him in a bathroom stall, handing her a hundred bucks to drop his pants and suck him off. But that wasn't her life anymore. He was an honest man, and she was an angel.
Lucy finished the other half of her drink, casually slipped off the bar stool, and stared into his eyes as she leaned into him. "I believe you're an honest man, and I'd like to show you something wonderful. Would you like that?"
Tyson found her confident sexuality palpable. His arms had found their way around her, holding her tucked between his legs. Their lips were dangerously close to touching. He was captivated by her. As sexy as she was, he suspected she was used to getting what she wanted, which made him just a little bit concerned about her motivations. However, it wasn't enough to stop him. He leaned in and their lips connected, as he received a gentle and seductive kiss.
When they parted, he was about to invite her to his place, but the way she was hugged up against him, staring at him seductively, he thought he would sound dumb asking. He reached over, finished his drink, pulled out his wallet, and dropped sixty dollars on the bar. She followed to his every move as he led her out the door.
He opened the passenger door of the silver Mercedes like a gentleman. It was clean and well appointed, and she liked the feeling of settling into the black leather seat. It had been a long time since she'd been in such a classy vehicle. When she had first started turning tricks, she had a clean look and could attract high-end clientele. That all stopped once she got strung out on drugs. Everything was different now, not a shred of her resembling her old self.
They were both silent as he headed for his place. She was used to it. Men were usually silent as they took her home. Without thinking, she fell into old habits, leaning back against the door to face him, her hands playing with her neckline. It wasn't long before he noticed her sexy show, frequently looking over as he drove. Sometimes she'd reach over and fondle a john as they drove, but she thought better of it this time.
Tyson felt this was all going too easily He wasn't used to gorgeous women throwing themselves at him. That, and the way she was teasing him from the passenger seat made him wonder if he'd just picked up a working girl. Though he couldn't very well ask her. He decided he'd just have to put his guard up and play it out.
As the valet opened her car door and he took her hand, he got a better look at her in the bright lights. Everything about her reconfirmed his fears. While he'd noticed her dress was sexy, it suddenly seemed inappropriately short. That, and it did little to hide her escort worthy bodily proportions, perfectly trim thighs and hips and waist, offset by an overly prominent chest. His concerns were so strong he felt self conscious walking her through the lobby of his high-rise. He wondered what the doorman would think, not that he hadn't seen it all before.
By the time they were in the elevator, Lucy could tell something had changed. He didn't hug up to her the way he had at the bar, his skin wasn't flushed. She knew exactly what second thoughts looked like, and how to overcome them. As soon as the doors closed, she hugged her body into his, and laid her head softly on his shoulder. She knew a kiss would be too forward, too much, so she just held herself against him, making room for his natural male reactions. It only took a few moments for his hands to find her, rubbing her back and pulling her into him. By the time they reached his floor, she was the one pulling away from his advances.
This girl was so gorgeous, so seductive, Tyson found it impossible to resist the effects of her proximity. Even amidst his doubts, he found himself giddy with anticipation as he led her towards his apartment. He felt like it took forever to find his key, and he couldn't remember the door lock ever seeming quite so loud.
Once inside, she wasted no time tucking up against him, their bodies pressed together. Her presence had a type of gravity, pulling him in. Every moment she stared at him made him want to kiss her more. Finally he couldn't resist any longer, leaning in, their lips connecting.
Lucy started the kiss softly, giving him time. Then slowly, she worked him harder, using her tongue more aggressively, giving him a taste of what she could do. Once she could feel him responding, feel him wanting her, she coaxed his back against the wall, pressing herself into him. The sensations were familiar yet different. Her angelic form was taller and bustier than her old body. She was also much stronger, apparently strong enough to tear a man in two. Though Tyson was one of the good ones. She was here to show him God's love, not to harm him.
????
she seduces him
she mixes in some wacky bedroom talk about 'showing him God's love'
what is the "something wonderful" she wants to show him?
sex with her?
her angelic wings?
admitting she's an angel from god?
??? maybe she starts in with the "angel from god" talk really early,
??? maybe she is 100% honest...telling him her story, that she was a prostitute, became an angel, and is there to show him God's love
Ch 12. (Annette's meeting with the General, accompanied by his armed guards)
General scolds her for her behavior at her apartment
you're not taking this situation seriously Ms. Taft
Annette is losing her patience for constant military observation
isn't it enough that she's still there, helping them (they can't build a jail that can hold her)
(show Annette growing confidence in her new self)
she morphs and dissolves a metallic ball in her hands as she talks
Annette asks about Steve.
General explains that he's been removed from the project.
this really frustrates her
General explains that she's going to be kept under armed guard
she stands up, holds her hands out, and challenges that they're going to have to cuff her
one of the guards puts metal handcuffs on her hands, only for the top of them to be absorbed into her skin, the remaining pieces falling to the ground
She steps up to his desk, and 'draws' in the wood with her finger as she makes counter-demands
there will be no armed guard, and no more cameras.
and she'll keep helping them understand what happened to her, *if* steve is reinstated to the science team
when she's done, there is a winky-smiley-face etched into the surface of his desk
then, with the soldiers between her and the door, she turns to the wall, walks up to it, and extends her hand -- dissolving a hand shaped cutout in the drywall, before stepping clear through it, leaving an Annette shaped hole behind her
The guards ask "what just happened"
The General responds, "she called my bluff"
Ch 13. (Lucinda wakes up with Tyson, visits a nearby church, and meets Father Issac)
Tyson wakes up, and Lucinda is lying next to him naked, staring at him. Tells him he looks peaceful when he sleeps.
Tyson gushes about their amazing night together. She tells him he deserved it, snuggling up, kissing him softly.
He's already responding to her body, and as she tells him that she enjoyed the night too, she's already fondling him. She tells him he deserves someone who treat him with respect and love, as she jacks him off.
When she finishes, she gets up, and slips into her dress. He hops out of bed, wiping cum off himself before rushing behind her as she makes her way towards the front door, trying to convince her not to leave. He asks to make her breakfast... she has a busy day. He asks if he can have her number... she doesn't have one. He asks if he'll see her again...she says he will, she'll make sure of it. That makes him feel a little better. She kisses him one last time, and then steps out through the door.
As it shuts, Tyson feels a pang off loss at her leaving. Then he turns, and sees something peculiar. On his kitchen bar is a glass figurine of an angel. He picks it up, wondering where it came from, when he realizes it resembles, no it look exactly like Lucinda. He rushes to the door to call after her, but the hallway is already empty.
how would she have learned she can materialize a statue of glass? ... perhaps too early
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Walking the downtown streets, Lucinda realizes if she is going to help troubled girls, she's going to need a place for them to stay. She turns a corner, and sees colored light shimmering off the stained glass of a church, and realizes there is no better place than a house of God. She feels excited about revealing herself to someone who will revere her.
Inside, the nave there are three devotees, praying on their own in the pews. The chancel, however, is empty, as is the confessional. She wonders where the church staff could be, and as she takes another look around, she can almost sense them through the walls, down a corridor off to the side. She heads in that direction, ignoring the 'staff only' sign on a door. A woman enters the hallway. "Excuse me miss, is there some way I can help you?"
"I'm looking for your priest." Lucinda scanned the placards on the doors, looking for a name, finally noticing one far far down the hallway. "Father Issac, I'm looking for Father Issac." She was surprised she could read it from so far away.
The woman eyes her outfit with a peculiar stare, as if judging her for wearing such a thing to a church, then gives in. "I believe he's in the sanctum." She turned and gestured with her hands. "Down this hall, follow it to the left, and then all the way to the end."
Lucy struts do the hallway, and can sense the priest before she even enters the room. She pushes open the double doors, stepping down a few steps into a dimly lit area with a few seats and a chancel at the front. The priest is alone, kneeling in front of a statue of Jesus. Lucy wondered if she would ever meet him, now that she was an angel.
The father hears her enter and stands, making his way towards her. "Hello, I'm Father Issac. How can I help you, my child?" He's dressed in a traditional black priest robe. His eyes give her the same once-over, as if he's not quite sure what to make of her.
Lucy feels excited, almost giddy to show him her true angelic form, to see his response. However, she tries to restrain herself, to somehow prepare him. "I am here to show you God's divine glory."
He regards her curiously, considering how to respond. "I see God's glory every day, in every living thing."
She reaches up to him, touching his shoulder. He's quite tall. "I am here to show you the light of an angel."
He regards her calmly. "Hubris is a sin, and I remind you to have respect when in the house of the Lord. Now, is there some way I can help you?"
Lucy confidently smirks at the priest, as he has no idea what is coming. She fixes her mind on her angelic form, and like magic, her skin begins to shimmer in metalic black. Quickly, the priest's expression changes. Stumbling backwards, he no longer looked her in the eye, but instead watched the folded wings slowly rise out of her shoulders. At the same time, the fabric of her clothing melted into her skin, emerging as sexy wisps of sheer fabric and metal. She extended her arms, regally presenting herself, but then, looking up at the tall man, she didn't feel as grand as she intended.
Father Issac has never seen anything like it. As if in a heavenly dream, huge white feathery wings spread out from the angel's back. They seem to fill the space in front of him, reaching several feet above and nearly six feet to either side of her. Looking back down, her nearly naked body showed glory in it's own form, only small strips of fabric draped across her breasts and falling around her hips. Then, as if the reality of seeing her transformation were not enough, her body began to rise, growing taller and larger in front of him until he she towered almost a foot over him. She was like a living statue forged by the grace of God.
Looking down at Father Issac, seeing the revere in his eyes, filled Lucy with pride. She had dreamed her whole life of experiencing this kind of adoration. As he fell to his knees, his hand crossing his chest in prayer, she could sense his heartbeat rising and body warming as adrenaline pumped through his system. It was the most spiritual experience of the man's life, and Lucy felt a responsibility to play her part.
"Rise Father," Lucy reached down for the man's chin, coaxing him off his knees. Lucy didn't just feel confident, she felt suddenly powerful, dwarfing the six foot tall man beneath her. "I am Lucinda, the Angel of troubled youth, revealing myself to you to share God's love, and to request your obedience in my cause." His eyes glazed over, his jaw hanging open, made her wonder if he was aware of her speaking. "Do you understand?"
It took the priest a minute, but he finally finished processing all that he could see and hear. He finally nodded his head, confirming his heavenly allegiance, fully confident God was speaking through her. The room seemed to resonate with her voice as she responded, "Good. I will bring you troubled souls. You will house, feed, and clothe them, and help them find a connection to God."
Of course he would do anything she asked. However, at the moment his mind was overwhelmed. In addition to spiritual euphoria, he found her form the most beautiful and heavenly thing he'd ever seen. Much more beautiful than any depiction of woman or angel man had ever made. Even as a dedicated priest, having forsaken carnal pleasure, he could feel the arousal stirring in his body. He struggled to fight it, but in only moments, his reaction was pressing uncomfortably and inappropriately into his garments. He reached down to cover it, and only managed to fuel it further. His face flushed red, knowing he could hide nothing from the heavenly creature before him. "I'm sorry, Angel Lucinda. I'm mean no disrespect. Please forgive me."
In her extended sight, Lucy could see his throbbing erection clear through his clothes. She'd aroused countless men, but never a priest, standing on his own holy ground. Yet with God, she knew there were no accidents. He had chosen her for a reason, gifted her with this angelic form for a reason. She was no longer mortal. How could any man be expected to resist her. No, this was her way of showing him God's love. "Do not be ashamed. I am a divine agent. You have given yourself to God, and so you have given yourself to me." Then Lucy took his hands in her own, and placed them against her bare hips. She knew the reaction her body would have on him, as she dragged his touch upwards.
Father Issac was trembling. As the angel moved his bare hands against her, he felt desire for her unlike any he'd ever known. And yet he also felt guilt for this sin of the flesh. Was it a sin? She was an Angel, standing glorious before him. She dragged his hands up her tall frame, until she pressed them into her breasts. As he felt their soft curve, he stared openly at their womanly perfection, and a shudder rippled through him.
Lucy considered mounting this mortal. Showing him every pleasure she could, yet she sensed it would be too much, it would overwhelm him. Instead she reached down, deliberately wrapping her fingers around his erection right through the black robe. His knees bent, and she worried he might collapse, so she reached around his chest, holding him, cradling him against her. Her sense of a man's progress told her it wouldn't take much, and in less than a dozen gentle strokes, he released the tension, the wetness of his seed seeping into his clothing.
After it was done, she gently lowered him to the ground, letting her angelic form dissolve, until she appeared as she did when she walked through the door. "May peace be with you father. You will see me again soon."
Father Issac was still shaking as the angel, back to her mortal form, stood, turned and walked away. He looked up, wondering what he had done to deserve such a heavenly visit. He whispered under his breath, "thank you God."
Ch 14. (Annette lab-rat day)
scientists are anxious to get started... Annette makes them wait until Steve shows up.
She rushes over, hugs him. He whispers "what happened? one minute they were disciplining me, the next they were escorting me here." -- she kisses him on the cheek, and says "I fixed it."
Then she declares to the room she's ready to start.
Experiments
The scientists give her metal objects to dissolve and reconstruct. (their previous tests all involved solid objects, now they are going to test mechanical objects) First a simple chain. She dissolves a solid block of metal and produces a longer chain. Then a latch mechanism, then a padlock. She challenges herself, asking for another lock, oozing her finger into the keyhole, and producing a key that will open it. Then they ask her to reproduce something from a diagram, and she fails, producing a non-working hunk of metal.
pressure and displacement test (like a vice grip), squeezes her hand... Steve is protective, but she insists it's fine. She doesn't experience any pain as it squeezes her hand, deforming it. When they open the vice, her hand is flattened on either side, but it only takes a moment for her to adjust it back to 'normal'.
They start an electrical current test. First DC current, to which she appears non-conductive. Then AC current, which she describes as warm and pleasant. They are astonished, as they turn the current up to 5 amps.
They try to "cut" her. First they start with a basic sharp blade test, but the results are the same as when they tried to draw blood. (her body instinctively dissolves the knife edge/needle) Then they perform puncture tests, increasing the velocity. High speed cameras capture the impact. She's fascinated when she watches it, as the surface seems to only be able to dissolve materials so fast, resorting to distortion. (limit)
Perhaps they want to shoot her hand with a gun. Debate about whether this is ethical. They put it off.
speed of motion tests
her reflexes are enhanced
x-ray her internal structure
her underlying structure resembles human anatomy, but only superficially.. the densities, and specific arrangement of tissue are unlike any human, notably her head does not appear to contain brain tissue.
dissolve xrays - after dissolving metal, the metal is initially held where it was dissolved.
running on a treadmill
she easily keeps up to the treadmill maximum of 20 mph, with no perceived effort.
source of energy
morphing and moving expend her energy
sugar, alcohol, hydrocarbons, and electricity seem to replenish this energy source
touching a data-cable
she 'hears' the noise, not quite sure what to make of it
..or is she able to communicate over the network directly? accidentally finds the security cameras, and is peering into rooms, until she finds the room they are in and it kind of freaks her out.
Ch 15. Annette shows up at Steve's, shifts into a supermodel... (is this dumb? do we need to foreshadow it?)
Steve answers the door with a sudden look of concern. "Annette? What are you doing here? They forbid me from seeing you."
"Don't worry about that. I talked to the General. He won't bother you anymore." Steve is forced out of the way as she walks right in. (maybe gives him a quick kiss?) "Did they say anything else?"
"They also told me you're dangerous. That I shouldn't be fooled into thinking you are the girl I once knew." As always, the first thing she did when she arrived was start rifling through the kitchen. At least some things never changed.
"Well...." Annette found herself staring into an open fridge, yet she hadn't felt hungry since her transformation. She guessed it was just a reflex habit and closed the door, leaning one arm against the kitchen counter. "I suppose they are not entirely wrong. I'm obviously no longer short, pudgy, and self-conscious. I'm different now, and I suppose some of the things I can do can be dangerous. But I would never hurt you. You know that, right?"
Steve felt uncomfortable as he answered as truthfully as he dared, "I don't think you *want* to hurt me, but people make mistakes. Remember that table in the lab?" He was referring to how, a few days prior, she'd pressed her hand into a solid wood lab bench, dissolving a five-fingered cutout right through it.
"I was experimenting! I would never do that to you!" As she emphatically reassured him, she realized this conversation had gotten off on the wrong foot. "Though speaking of experimenting, I want to show you something."
Steve watched her face and hair start to shimmer, the metallic black look that appeared when she was changing something. Even though he'd seen it a few times before, it was still eerie. When finished, she looked completely different. Her hair had turned a lighter shade, and her face looked more mature, with sharper features around her cheeks and chin. (pic) The new look was both undeniably gorgeous, and strangely familiar, though it took him a few moments to realize why.
"Well? What do you think?" She'd practiced the night before, trying to get the look of the famous supermodel just right. She frequently saw her gracing the cover of the swimsuit magazine in Steve's bathroom, and she had used photos from the Internet to practice.
"Holy crap! You look just like Nicole Kelter! That is amazing!" At first he was scientifically curious. The fact that she could learn to mimic someone so specific, so quickly, was impressive. However, as she took a step towards him, the nature of his interest changed. He had admired the model's picture many many times, but seeing her a few feet away from him was more than stirring.
"I'm glad you like it. Ready for the full effect?" With only a bit more effort, Annette did her best to replicate the rest of the photo. She could feel her body shimmer and perspective shift as her proportions changed, the model being both taller and bustier than her former stature.
Steve was awestruck. It was like the cover of the magazine he'd admired so many times walked off the page and into his living room, right down her wind-tossed hair and pink and orange bikini. She was taller than he imagined, barely an inch shy of him, and sizzling hot, with curves in all the right places.
Annette stood a couple feet from him, posing with her hand on her hip. In the past she would have been incredibly self conscious wearing a bikini, but this wasn't her body. It was a costume, a costume she had put on with the express purpose of showing off. She was trying to judge how impressed Steve was, when she realized something different about his demeanor. She tried to make eye contact, only to find him glancing away. She stepped forward, only to find him stepping back. It was a peculiar kind of rush, realizing he was suddenly intimidated by her. She readied the thick British accent she'd effortlessly perfected the night before. "What's wrong, Steve? Don't you want to kiss a super model?"
Before Steve could decide how to answer, he was backed into a wall. He'd never been anywhere near a woman this tall and gorgeous. He let his hands rest on her bare hips as she pushed her bikini clad breasts press into his chest, both of which sent his blood pressure rising. Even after watching the transformation, he almost couldn't believe it was her. "Annette?"
"Yeah, luv? You've had her picture in the loo for months, figured you'd fancy a more intimate introduction." In addition to the change in his demeanor, Annette could sense his increased heart-rate and flushed skin. After a lifetime of feeling invisible, she suddenly had his complete attention. She slowly leaned in and kissed his cheek, enjoying how deferent he was to her every move. Then she slipped a hand into his hair and pulled his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft at first, then Steve felt her tongue getting more energetic, probing into his mouth. He was at her mercy, though he wasn't complaining. Not only was she a great kisser, but this body she'd constructed was amazing, and tall, so tall. He ran a hand up her bare back and found a bikini string begging to be untied. Before he got the nerve up, she pulled away from their kiss and headed for the bedroom, leading him by the hand.
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Ch xx. (what does lucy do next? it should be bloody)
--- destroy her former pimp
track him down, and destroy him. maybe he heard she killed Kal. he shoots her. it does nothing.
he comes onto her, and for a few moments she lets him, teasing him.
then she reminds him about her 'friend' Lucy. she tosses him around a bit, monologuing to him, until she finally ends it
Lucinda climbed the familiar beat up stairs, feeling a world away from her old self. When she'd last been here, she was hoping to make enough cash to buy just one more hit. This time, however, she had an inner strength, conviction of purpose, and power that drugs, and even money, seemed meaningless. When she reached the door, she checked her appearance. She'd kept most of her angelic body, adorning it with a sparkling white cropped halter and matching skin tight shorts. She knocked on the door. It took a few moments to open.
"Yeah?" The grouchy voice of her former pimp answered. He changed his tune as soon as he saw her. "Well well, and what do we have here? New girl in town? You've come to the right place. Come in."
Lucy stepped through the threshold, happy that with her three inch heels she was an inch taller than him. If she wasn't, she might have had to make some adjustments. She opened with exaggerated street slang, "girls down on the street say you're da one 'a talk to before I hustle." She dragged her hand around his shoulder. "Say you can show a girl the ropes."
T.D. was not used to seeing girls of her quality on his corners. It was usually lost strung out kids or women who'd aged out of stripping, high-class whoring, or who knows what. This girl was prime. Her platinum blonde hair looked expensive to maintain, her tits looked fresh out of an L.A. plastic surgeon's office, and her trim figure looked more the product of a gym than substance addiction. He guessed she was a party girl looking to whore herself out for the thrill. He didn't know how long she'd last, so he'd get a piece of her now while he could.
"Ohh, I can show you the ropes." He dragged his hand across her taut stomach, proving it was every bit as firm as he expected. "Guys will pay for your looks, and if you give 'em what they want, they'll be back for more." As he talked, his hands worked up her frame, slipping under the straps of her halter, pulling it down to expose her breasts. He was surprised she didn't resist. Normally it took a dozen johns before a girl became so numb. He might have mis-judged her. Maybe she was a stripper looking for extra cash. He didn't care, he put his hands to her tits, "first you'll have to show me what you've got."
Brainstorm Ideas:
Annette
todo: add more experiments... show limits of her capabilities
she wants to study the substance
she wants to get private time and seduce Steve
she wants to make peace with the entity inside her, and prevent conflict between it and the Human race
experiments
absorbing materials, reproducing objects
her senses, full-spectrum, IR, sonar, radar...
her ability to sense heartbeats, emotional states
the entity is always pushing to multiply, she privately confesses this to steve. he sees the problem "who do you trust with that?" she offers it to him, but he is scared of whether it'll still be 'him' on the other side.
Annette uses her capabilities to get some private time with Steve (ditch her detail? blackout cameras?) she can read his arousal (heat, pheromones) bolstering her confidence and causing her to respond to his actions more than his words... she seduces him
Lucy is caught on film in her angelic form... (doing what?)
delivering wrath to someone?
appearing to her followers?
...after Angel Lucinda reveals herself to the world (and they realize the link with the entity)
they struggle harder to develop containment and countermeasures, testing them on Annette. while they are primarily concerned with not hurting her, none of their tests come close to hurting or containing her.
the most promising is extreme cold, which the organism can't directly tolerate. However, it easily produces a carbon insulator shell and stops the test
Annette confronts Lucy
the military summons Annette urgently, they've found Lucy
trying to convince her that she is not an Angel, that she's bonded with the alien organism. She demonstrates her own morphing abilities. Lucy is impossible to reach, she has faith that she's God's instrument, and whispers that the 'devil comes in many forms', believing Annette is sent by the devil to seduce her away from doing good.
they fight, which is semi pointless.. mostly just causing damage around them. ... but it creates lots more video footage on the Internet
now that Lucy's form is "known" and in the news, Steve suggests Annette might need a public super-hero persona
at first Annette things the whole thing is silly. However, after showing some of the video footage of 'Lucy at large', Annette reconsiders. Her looks really gets the 'follows' on social media.
While just 'noodling the idea' she asks Steve for advice about what her superhero persona would look like. He suggests she emulate supergirl, or wonder woman. She makes fun of him for it. ('so you want me to strut around in a candy colored skin tight body suit.')
??? ('i was thinking armor, like a gladiator.') armor plates materialize out of her skin, covering everything except her head. ('except I should probably look more feminine.') she thinned out the armor, turning it into an armor leotard, with tall armored boots.
Steve thinks it looks pretty fantastic, but she's "not done yet". she needs to look strong, and the angel in the video was incredibly tall. she gives herself muscle definition, and becomes 7'5"
Steve is awestruck...
Annette / Steve physical dominance (my super girlfriend)
Lucy / Lucinda
todo: add talking with entity (who she thinks is God)
she thinks God made her an angel, though her own fucked-up brand of sexy broken angel
she brings forgiveness, protection, and a second-chance to those who have wronged her (mother)
she finds and inspires those who are trapped like her to fix their lives (whores, lost souls)
she brings vengance to those who won't repent (drug dealers, random johns, her pimp)
she's not as emotionally strong as she thinks she is (she still thinks her value to men is about sex)
she falls back into old habits to get a place to sleep - she finds a 'rightous man' at a bar, and rocks his world
...walks into a church, requests a private audience with the priest Father Issac, and cryptically offers him a chance to 'do more for God', she wants a place to stay, and to bring troubled souls, the priest gives her platitudes, she finally reveals herself. It starts as a spiritual moment of awe, though he gets confused at his sexual response and attraction to her, which she notices and brings attention to. She tells him not to be ashamed, that it is an expression of his love for God. She talks about how noble the man's mortal sacrifice is, but that she is no mortal. She is an angel, and she is going to show him how much God loves him. She hugs him close, causing him to shake and fall against her. She cradles him in her arms, carrying him to his bed. Then, after opening his pants and fondling him, she straddles and puts him inside her, bringing him to climax in just a few gentle thrusts. She was "so glad to show him God's love".
...how she handles gunfire (her wings healing, her absorbing bullets)
...angel flying
...angel growing taller/larger
...absorbing electricity/matter
...discovering her full powers (how?)
...entity talking to angel. wants energy, matter, to multiply. Lucy doesn't know how to judge someone as worthy of being an angel.
...gets 'followers' (troubled girls she's helping), brings them to the church, introduces them to
they bring others, the others doubt, until she reveals herself to them too.. they begin to worship her.
word spreads, and soon more troubled youth come to see, hear, and be in her presence
she speaks about how 'God has not forgotten you. Tell me who has wronged you, and they will receive mercy in repentance, or I will deliver God's judgement.'
she speaks about togetherness, and asks them all to pick a neighbor, join hands, and look into her eyes (they are all women). "she loves you completely, because you are one of god's children"
she speaks about her twisted view on sexuality... "God gave us sexual pleasure to share among righteous believers, not for sinners to take from us." "Feel what it is like for pleasure to be given, instead of taken. Let God's love physically manifest itself through you."
...Lucinda eventually spreads the entity to a troubled girl she thinks she understands (Renee)
it's the first time Lucy has seen it.... the girl is eaten in a pool of goo. the goo seeks out an electrical socket, and then her body begins to reform.... the entity talks to and calms Lucy during the process
??? it should take a long time, like Annette
Lucy talks her through designing her own angelic form... the girl is amazed, designs herself a fitness model body (pic pic pic pic)
The girl accidentally puts her hand through (something) due to her strength, she's amazed, crumbling it in her hands... she asks what else she can do, and the "entity" answers, absorb and reshape matter, talking her through the process of making something emerge from her hand...
Lucy explains her cause, helping troubled youth. The girl isn't interested, "you can do all this, and you want to babysit little girls? no thank you." she materializes herself some trashy clothes as she struts for the door (pic)
??? or maybe Renee wakes up alone, and bolts
..Lucy is caught by a police officer while delivering justice. (in an alley?) Though he mistakes her for the victim.
Lucy goes to one of her old stomping grounds for picking up johns. Finds a known associate of her old pimp collecting money from a girl in an alley and trying to get a little something for himself.
Lucy tells the girl to scram, as she wants a word with the guy. he assumes she's a new girl he hasn't met yet, and tries to negotiate a blowjob from her instead.
????
She confronts the guy with his sins. Offering him a chance to repent. He's beligerent.
She issues her warning again about him changing his ways. He tries to scare her for being in a dark alley all alone.
?? ... an officer shows up?
She tells the officer it's out of his hands now, and in the hands of God. She kills the man who failed to repent.
The officer pulls his gun, commands her to get on the ground.
She transforms into her angelic form, "no man commands me, i am a vessel of God."
The police officer freaks out, falling to his knees. She touches his head, and says something religiousy as she walks out of the alleyway, transforming back to her 'normal' self
Renee
she picks a mark, sets the hook, then starts to sell herself, negotiating with him for a huge price-tag
At his place, she disappears into the bathroom, materializing sexy lingerie for herself (pic)
She makes a dramatic entrance, asking him to put on some music, and giving him a show as she dances for him while he sits on the bed.
He's gushing about how gorgeous her body is. "Wait until you see what I can do with it. I'm going to fucking rock your world. Tell me what you like baby." She sits in his lap, rubbing her ass into his budding erection. Meanwhile, he's kissing her shoulder, one hand caressing her arm, while the other reaches around to squeeze her breast.
??? where does this go?
Renee uses her strength, flexibility, and morphing to rock his world.
Renee pounds until he's screaming and bruised. Getting off on how soft he is.
What is the Renee arc about?
Renee shows us a selfish girl abusing the power
The entity can show Lucy where she is, and what she's doing.
Lucy intervenes, trying to stop her, which just escalates things. People get hurt.
Maybe Lucy can destroy Renee, because she created her.
How does Lucy's angel form become public?
Maybe in the process of trying to stop Renee?
Maybe a cellphone video of one of her bloody acts shows up?
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