A/N: Hey guys! Another long-awaited story for some! As usual, just a quick heads up: This story is a spin-off of 'Nothing Could Drive Us Away', a reincarnation story I wrote some 14 months ago... This is more specifically a spin-off of the second interlude, a Superhero AU. If you want to go read it first, it's encouraged but not essential. If you're lazy and just want to read some superhero action, here's what you need to know:
Lexa is a superhero named Heda. She has enhanced abilities (strength, speed, agility...) Clarke is also a superhero, named Wanheda. She can corrupt things and make things die/degrade at a very accelerated speed. The Interlude also featured Anya, with telepathy/telekinesis. Finally, it is set in the late 70's ish. Sci-fi comicbook-ish 70's.
So what happened? Why make a spin-off 14 moths later? Actually, I tried to write one a while back, but it was so boring. It would have been a long one-shot, but I bored myself writing it. However, earlier this month, SophiaFox17 left a review on NCDUA and asked me to consider writing the Superhero AU, if I could. So I did, and it led to this awesome story, set after the one-shot I never wrote and miles more interesting. So thank you, SophiaFox17!
As usual, if you want more, you can follow the story. I'll be posting a new chapter every Wednesday. Feel free to leave a review, it's free for you and a ton of joy for me! And I hope you enjoy!
Previously on The Adventures of Heda and Wanheda...
After a rough meeting, where Clarke Griffin (Wanheda) helped Lexa Woods (Heda) capture the dangerous Spacewalker, our two leading ladies found themselves partnering up once again. A vigilante named Roan (Ice Prince) directed the amazing duo toward a super-criminal with powers similar to his, the terrible Ice Queen.
They found this Ice Queen hiding in the sewers, along with her many minions. She escaped capture, but Heda did get her hands on her right-hand woman, Ontari, who was swiftly sent to jail.
The hunt for the Ice Queen had begun, and Clarke introduced her super team to Lexa: Tech-genius and retired superhero Raven Reyes and human – but definitely not powerless – Octavia Blake. Together, they tracked down the Ice Queen to a warehouse, where our duo confronted her. The fight seemed lost, as both our heroes were on the verge of death when a young superhero made his appearance: Nightblood!
Nightblood and his fantastic imitating powers allowed the duo to turn the tide of battle. Heda killed Ice Queen with her own ice spike, dealing one last blow to her criminal organization. Nightblood introduced himself as Aden, an orphan and great fan of Heda. Lexa, seeing no alternative to keep the boy safe, decided to make him her sidekick.
With the day won and both of our heroes in the med-bay, recuperating from their wounds, Lexa finally decided to confess her feelings for the blonde. A happy ending indeed, as our duo finally spent the night together.
But our story doesn't end there, as the traitorous Roan used his powers to set Ontari free from prison and give her to a mysterious woman in a red dress...
Darkest Blood - part 1
Lexa was staring at the numbers in front of her. Rows and rows of numbers, detailing the department's expenses from the previous month. Enough to give her a headache. She tried to focus. Nothing was supposed to be distracting her. No super-villain she'd recently let slip through her fingers. No painful wound she was recuperating from. Nothing. Except that there was something, or rather, someone.
She missed Clarke. They hadn't seen each other since that night, and she couldn't get the blonde out of her head. Every time she let her mind wander, it went to Clarke, and to the memories they shared. Clarke laughing at her dumb joke. Clarke's back against hers as they fought off the Ice Queen's minions. Clarke's tears falling on her face as she shook her awake after the Ice Queen had frozen her. How blue her eyes had looked then. Clarke's lips on hers when they'd finally kissed for the first time. Clarke's...
"Lexa, we're at work, goddamnit!"
Lexa suddenly straightened in her chair and focused her tired eyes on the numbers once again. Her inner voice was right. She was at work, no time to fantasize on her... co-worker? Friend? No time to fantasize on Clarke. Then, she frowned. Her inner voice sounded exactly like Anya...
"Anya?"
"I have work to do, and I'd appreciate if you did your work too."
"What do you mean, do my work? You're the one spying on my thoughts instead of working!"
Lexa could imagine Anya in her own office glaring at the papers in front of her as if they were her.
"You have the loudest thoughts, Lexa! I can't concentrate with you thinking so loudly!"
"Well in that case maybe I should leave."
"No one is going to work on the monthly balance sheets for you. So just stop thinking about your girlfriend, and work."
"She's not my girlfriend! We're..."
Lexa sighed and looked down at the numbers once again.
"I'll just focus on work."
"Good. Now shut up."
Anya's voice disappeared out of Lexa's mind, leaving only numbers behind. Lexa started typing on her calculator once again and wrote down the result. She sighed once again, and allowed herself one last thought about the blonde before getting back to work:
"I wonder what Clarke is doing now."
Clarke didn't even bother to knock. Her powers corrupted the door, rusting the metal away in an instant, and with a punch, she took it down. It was torn off its hinges and flew straight into the man standing guard there. He fell to the ground, his unconscious body stuck under the broken down door. Clarke stepped over him quickly.
"I hope you're right, Raven..." she declared as she moved forward in the hallway.
"What do you mean? I'm always right!" Raven replied in her ear-piece.
Clarke decided to ignore her. She quickly noticed the door to her right opening. She forced it close and heard someone being pushed back. She took a deep breath. They had to be more than one henchman in the room. She closed her fists, and her powers corrupted the door, turning the wood to rotted splinters.
She came face to face with six minions, all wearing the standard-issued black uniform with red highlights, the one she'd seen worn by Alie's followers. They all aimed at her. She didn't even bother running for cover. As they fired, their bullets turned to metal dust a foot before her. She took in a deep breath, extending the circle of influence her powers were reaching. The two men nearest to her position suddenly fell to the ground, chocking. Air was being drained out of their lungs. Their skin turned gray, with purple veins. A white veil fell over their eyes. She grabbed the nearest one and punched him in the temple. He stopped struggling and laid on his belly, unconscious.
The other four, still unaffected by her powers, stopped firing when they realized it was ineffective. They put their firearms back in their holsters and deployed stunned batons. Clarke prepared for a fight. She called back her powers to focus on her actions. She picked up the second men who'd been struggling to breathe by the collar of his jacket. Now that her powers were gone, his skin had gone back to its natural pale color, and so had his eyes. He was heaving and coughing, struggling to get air through his throat. She threw it over the table, on top of two of his companions. The three of them fell on the ground. They tried to push each other away, to get back to their feet as quickly as possible. Clarke picked up the heavy wooden table and threw it at them. One rolled out of the way. The two other got stuck under it.
One of the henchmen attacked her to her left. He swung his stun-baton over his head, trying to hit her face. She blocked the baton with her forearm. The baton hit the graphene protection. Clarke could hear the electricity crackling above her. She sent a low blow to the man's belly. He doubled over in pain, dropping his baton. Clarke kicked him in the jaw, pivoting on her left leg, and sent him to the ground.
Two gunshots rang, and Clarke frowned. She barely felt as two bullets hit her. Once bounced harmlessly off her breastplate, compressed like a scrambled piece of paper. The other had hit a bit lower, just under her sternum. The man standing beside the toppled table was shaking, waiting for her to show any reaction. When she finally did, it clearly wasn't what he was expecting.
The bullet was forced out of her body and the hole closed off before a single drop of blood could trickle out. Terrified, the man fired again, and again. To Clarke's left, the other man still standing fearfully imitated his partner. None of the bullets could touch her. Once again, she'd deployed her powers, and the bullets dusted away before they could get anywhere near her. She took in a deep breath and extended her powers until it encapsulated the two men. Much like the others before them, they dropped their guns and fell to the ground, chocking. The table between them started rotting away as well, and so did the concrete wall, soon overrun with moss and cracks. She waited until she was sure neither of them would get back up, and she called her powers off, letting out a long breath.
"Raven? It's the right place for sure."
"What did I tell you! I can never go wrong."
Clarke picked up the nearest stun-baton and turned it back on. It would do for now.
She exited the room and continued on her way to what she hoped was the main room. A henchman ran through the door at the hand of the hall, ready to take her down. She threw the stun-baton at him. It hit him straight in the forehead, and he fell to the ground, convulsing.
There was another door to her left, right before the end of the hall. She opened it quickly. A man in a white lab-coat was trembling in the corner.
"You work here?" she asked.
The man nodded. She picked him up by the lapel of his coat and dragged him out of the storage closet. The next second, he was passing through the door at the end of the hall. He rolled off among the wooden debris until he hit the bottom of the stairs. Clarke walked in, dark tattered cape flowing behind her. The henchman to her right tried to hit her with the cross of his gun. She punched the gun out of his hands and elbowed him in the nose. He fell to the ground yelping, blood pouring between his fingers.
The room was massive and cut in half. The bottom was full of tables and desks, with medical tools and vials scattered about the place. To the right, an operating table was surrounded by three doctors, and occupied by someone, though Clarke couldn't tell who. In the middle of the room, a set of stairs led up an observation deck. Both sides were separated by a massive window. Clarke counted five guards up the stairs and two more at the bottom. But more importantly, the woman in red herself was there. Alie, standing behind the window, looking down at Clarke with a satisfied smile.
"Wanheda, it's so nice of you to finally join us. Unfortunately, this experiment was a disaster. Let's hope the next one works out better."
Clarke didn't hesitate. The gun she'd taken to the man seconds before was still in her hand. She fired all ten rounds at the woman in red. All ten bullets bounced off the window harmlessly, without leaving even a scratch. Clarke threw the gun away. Alie laughed and walked away. She was not letting her go, Clarke decided, not again.
She ran toward the stairs, and halfway there she was met with two henchmen, holding stun-batons. She avoided the one on the left, blocked the one on the right. She tried to knock the baton out of his hand. He moved away. Electricity ran through her body as the baton on the left collided with her waist. She clenched her teeth and pushed past the pain. She kneed the man to the left who was pushed back. He groaned. The man on the right tried to hit her in the head. She crossed her arms above her head and blocked the baton. She kicked the man's knee and he felt down. She then kicked him under his jaw. He fell back, unconscious before he'd touched the ground. The man on the left came back for more. She blocked his baton with her newly acquired one. Then, she punched his temple. His grasp on his baton slipped out. She hit him with hers. He fell to the ground, convulsing.
Clarke looked back up at the stairs. Everyone was gone. She had no idea how or where because she couldn't see any door up there. They'd just vanished. She turned to the next best thing. The three scientists were shaking in their lab coats when she approached them, angry blue eyes dancing from one man to the next. Finally, she settled on one of them. She picked him up by his coat and pushed him against the nearest counter.
"You better tell me everything you know, now!"
"It's... we don't know... Alie, she just came with this vial of blood, she wanted us to synthesize a serum from it..."
"Blood? Whose blood?"
"We don't know! I swear!"
"Do you still have it?"
"We don't! She made us destroy everything! But I have some documents from the research development... And the serum too!"
"Give them to me!"
She let the man go, and he and the other scientists complied. They went to fetch everything on the desks, every piece of paper, notes and numeric document saved on their computers. Meanwhile, Clarke turned to the operating table. There was a young woman strapped to the table. It took a good minute for Clarke to realize who it was.
"Ontari..."
The brunette was unconscious and pale, sweating feverishly. Clarke hadn't seen her since they'd arrested her, and she hadn't heard of her since her prison breakout, helped by Roan. Quickly, Clarke unstrapped her from the table. Ontari didn't even budge.
"What did you do to her?" she asked as the scientists came back.
"We gave her the serum. But she wasn't compatible. Alie will try again with someone else, someone more like the blood donor, I suppose."
Clarke picked up everything, every vial and paper, and placed them in the pockets of her belt. Then, she turned to Ontari once again. Her heart pinched in her chest. She pursed her lips. She couldn't just leave her there. After a few seconds of internal debates, she picked up the boiling woman from the operating table. Once again, Ontari didn't react.
"It's too late for her..." one of the scientists declared.
"We'll see about that. Now you better stay here and tell everything you know to the police when they arrive. Because if you don't, I'll find you."
She quickly walked away with Ontari in her arms.
"Raven, call my mom. I have a patient for her."
